Due to popular demand and a sudden burst of inspiration, I have decided to write another chapter. Now this isn't the most exciting chapter. It's just a chapter to let you know if Private is okay or not. I wasn't really planning on another chapter, since this story is based off of events I know a little too well, but that's another story. And thank you to those who read and/or reviewed! :D

Skipper sat next to the young penguin. He wasn't able to sleep that night. He had to make sure he was okay.

Private was still unconcious, yet alive. He was propped up by a few pillows on the soft hospital bed. His right flipper was heavily bandaged and he was connected to a few beeping machines. Skipper couldn't help put notice the blood stains on his feathers. He let out a sigh. Private was going to be okay. He just needed to wake up. Knowing it would be awhile, Skipper layed down next to Private and clutched his good flipper. He was just now realizing how tired he was, and within minutes, he was fast asleep. The humans probably would find him in the morning and find some way to punish him, but he didn't care.

Skipper awoke to a small moan. He perked his head up, only to see that Private was still knocked out.

"Come on, Private" he coaxed, hoping talking would pull the boy out of his coma. "Just wake up and everything will be okay"

Nothing happened.

Skipper was about to go back to sleep when he heard another moan escape from Private. Skipper glued his eyes to him. A few minutes later, Privates eyes slowly opened.

"Skipper?"

"Private!" Skipper wrapped his flippers around Private, careful to not put pressure on his bad flipper. "You're okay!"

"What happened? The last thing I remember was the knife and..."

"It's okay Private. You fell unconcious after lossing alot of blood, so we brought you here. I'm not too sure what the doctor did to you, but I'm sure you have some stitches on that flipper. Kowalski says you'll probably be out of here soon,"

"Yay!" Private said, smiling brightly

"But right now, I'm just glad to see you awake and alive,"

"What do you mean?"

"I-I thought I was going to lose you, Private. I've seen people die of blood loss with my own eyes. And I was afraid you would join them,"

"You didn't have to worry that much! It's just a small scrape"

"How would you know? You were unconcious!" Skipper joked, managing a smile.

"Very funny!" Private replied.

"One more thing,"

"What?"

"This," Skipper handed Private his toy lunacorn.

"Thank you!" Private squealed as he gave the pony a squeeze.

"Don't mention it! Just don't scare me like that ever again. You hear me?"

"I hear you, Skipper. Loud and clear"

THE END

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!