"You didn't kill her, did you, dad?!" Finn anxiously asked.

Marshall laughed, "No, I didn't kill her. Nor did she die. But I think I had every intention to? I don't remember."

"Did she have something that helped her? Like a magic carpet or something? Some wizards have those." Asked Marceline.

"No," he shook his head sideways, "she didn't have one of those, she preferred having float powder and potions instead."

"Oh, so she's immortal, isn't she? That's why she didn't die." Finn assumed.

"Mm.. that's not it either." He said. "She wasn't immortal, too. At that time, she was working her way to immortality. But she wasn't yet. Everyone from her family were just normal citizens back then, she was the first who took interest in magic and- okaaay, we're off topic. Let's continue?"

They both shook their heads yes.

She started to fall, shouting at Marshall, hoping he'd grab her before she fell. But he didn't. He was there, staring at her, waiting for her to hit those grounds and stumble down. She closed her eyes tight. She knew. She was going to die. A few more inches and she'd be rolling down the rocky cliff, same as Fionna or even worse, she was just really lucky to be bought to the infirmary. Then, someone grabbed her. Her whole body, actually. As she opened her teary eyes, the pink prince was in front of her, sighing in relief.

He looked back at Marshall, "MARSHALL LEE. THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU SAID YOU'D DO. You almost killed her!" He yelled, seemingly frustrated. Gumball let her to the ground and guards led by Peppermint butler restrained her.

"What in the world-! You're so angry with what happened to Fionna, yet you do the same to your girlfriend! Instead of doing that to her, wouldn't you be angry if someone did that to your girlfriend?! Don't do reckless things like this."

Marshall never really hated the pink prince of candies. But he hated what he had done and what he's still doing. "She's not my girlfriend anymore." He announced. "Why do you even care?! You've never cared! Why do you care so much now?! You're not supposed to care! You. You're just a puny prince of a kingdom. Me? I'M A KING, a king of a world!" He leaned closer, "You don't have the right to tell me what I should or shouldn't do."

Gumball frowned. He took a deep breath and did his best not to anger Marshall any further. "Must I keep telling you to to calm down and think things through.Why do you- Oh- Please be more civilized, for Glob's sake."

"You have nothing to do with this."

"I know. Well my point is tha-"

"Well I don't care about your point. Your point probably sucks. You suck. You pink coated piece of shit."

That. Gumball wasn't taking any of that. He knew Marshall was simply bursting out his frustration. But no way was he taking this. "I'm no pink coated piece of shit." And so went on the yelling. They argued. They always argue. But this argument wasn't just mere petty things.

"You know what? Screw you. Do what you fucking want with that bitch." He flew off. Passing through places that looked incredibly beautiful with the moon's light upon it. Places he always passes by. He never realized such breath taking places have always been there. He stared blankly, admiring the view. I wish she could see this.. He stopped. Shocked of what he said. More of who he wanted this to see. Fionna? He questioned. Why did I want her to see this?

Confused, he brushed off his thoughts and went off. Roamed the whole land of Aaa, but still didn't find any peace of mind. He decided to go to the only place he hasn't went to for the night, Fionna and Cake's tree house.

He peeked through the dark windows, obviously no one was there. Cake was surely at the Candy Kingdom staying beside Fionna as she did her best on staying alive. Marshall was praying, deep down inside that she would be fine, that this didn't affect her body as much as the doctors and nurses think it did. That she would survive and be well.

He could've gotten in easily, but it seemed impossible at the moment.

He floated around and finally found a comfy spot at the top of the tree house. Staying there, looking at the starry sky, seemed like the only thing to calm him down. His thoughts went around, he was finally able to process them all. He spent the whole night there, what's left of the long night at least.

He didn't really want to move away from his spot, but it was almost dawn, he needed to get back into his cave and hide from the sun. Before he did, he went to the palace for one last peek at Fionna. Fionna's condition was stable, which gave him relief. And beside her was Cake who probably held onto her hand as soon as she got there, crying until she fell asleep. Nothing much changed. Fionna was still tucked in bed. Bruised and scarred, with an oxygen mask on her as she slept.

Marshall placed his hand on the glass of the window, wanting very much to see Fionna awake and back to her usual self.

Please.

Wake up, Fionna.

Please be okay.