Um, sorry... =w=" I don't think I'm gonna be able to update next week because my family and I are going on a one week vacation.
Also, this chapter sort of short because this story suddenly tied in first place so I was a bit low on ideas when that happened (then again, I checked on the first chapter because I remembered that it was short too and saw that it was only around 200 words =w=")
"I'm pretty sure you guys have heard of my tragic story," Samus sighed while walking back to her bed and sitting on it.
"Well yeah, but from Mario when we first entered the tournament," Marth said.
"Because everyone thought I had 'problems' back then and the only ones I trusted during that time was Mario and Pikachu," Samus said, placing her chin on her hand and her elbow on her nightstand.
"What about Link?" Zelda asked.
"..." Samus just sort of sat there with a poker face. She then averted her gaze and thought for a moment, murmuring something to herself along the lines of, "Oh yeah, why didn't I? But then again he couldn't talk so he didn't have much of a presence..."
"Uh, Samus?" Red sweated, awkwardly raising his hand up a bit to catch her attention.
"But he's also a pretty big and iconic character, but there's also the part where a good amount of people thought he was Zelda-"
"Samus...!" Red sweated more, probably because he never heard so many buts used in a run-on sentence.
"Yeah?" Samus looked back with the most oblivious look they've ever seen on her face.
Did you completely forget that you're supposed to tell us about Pit?! the others thought in unison about how that simple question made Samus get off track.
"You do remember that you were going to tell us about Pit, right?" Red asked with a sigh.
"Right..." Samus seemed to realize and returned to her serious face.
And so, she began the story of their past.
Pit sighed in pure boredom, after all, there isn't much to do in the infirmary. There were books but Pit couldn't read.
Master Hand should really install a TV in here... Pit falls back onto the bed, his head bouncing lightly off the mattress.
He stretches his arm out into the air and spreads his fingers. In all honesty, it's not like he could sleep comfortably here, he knew that he would get nightmares if he slept. Pit couldn't help but groan.
It's better to be laying in bed with bandages wrapped around you rather than dozens of machines hooked up to you and taking dozens medicine after each meal. Definitely.
No good. Now that he compared them he swore he could feel the needles in his arms and taste the bitterness of each medicine.
I need something to take my mind off of it... He paid attention to how carefully a few of his fingers were wrapped in certain places with bandages and how the ends of the bandages wrapped around his wrist was tied into a perfect bow.
Wonder what the others are doing right now... Pit lets his arm drop and fall onto the bed.
"Right..." Pit sighed, remembering what happened yesterday, as he rolled onto his side.
I wonder... how will they react... somehow, he was able to fall asleep peacefully, listening to the singing of the parakeet on the windowsill and feeling the warm rays of the sun.