Hey Hi Hello there! The only warning I have is slight foul language.

Damn Gloyd's mind and his potty mouth.

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~Gloyd P.O.V

I cried silently the entire way to the hospital. The paramedics didn't bother me as I clung to the stuffed bear. My stuffed bear. I stroked Rancis' hand in gentle and fluid motions as the ambulance halted at the hospital. The men in the back shoved the doors open and skillfully wheeled the blonde out of the car, me close behind. As one made a path through the busy waiting room and into the examination room, the other frequently checked Rancis for a pulse and argued with me over where I should be staying.

"We've got this, you can head back to the waiting room."

"What?! I'm not going anywhere!" I protested.

"Look, kid, there's nobody but employees and patients beyond that door." He motioned to the double doors we were about to enter. "He's going to be fine, someone will come get you when he's ready for visitors."

"Are you sure he's going to be fine?" I persisted, taking his arm in my hand. He sighed as he stopped jogging, letting the other nurse and the gurney fly through the doors.

"Yes. He's going to be fine."

"Can you promise me that?" I asked, slightly scared of his answer. He smiled sadly before ruffling my hair.

"In this field of work, I cant promise anything." And with that, he ran after Rancis.

~3 hours later~

I had been silently at war with myself for the past 3 hours. My legs couldn't stop bouncing as I waited for one of the nurses to come back and call me. The slightly damp bear was clutched to my chest tightly as I screamed at myself.

Dammit, Gloyd! Why did you throw the damn bear in the road?! Out of all places, the road?!

I-I didn't know that he was going to go into the fucking street and get it! I reasoned.

It was something he had to order online! You thought just because you threw it somewhere, he was just going to forget about it!?

I only threw it because I thought it was for Vanellope!

You see what happens when you try to think?

I groaned internally. This was 100% my fault, and there was no denying it. I felt fresh tears streak my cheeks as I brought my knees to my chest, squeezing the poor stuffed animal further. I must've looked like a mess. A teenage boy with his feet up in his chair in a hospital waiting room, crying into some toy. It took all of my strength to hold onto what little composure I had left. I was about to storm out of the room when a voice shook me out of my thoughts.

"Mr. Orangeboar? Mr. Orangeboar!" The nurse from earlier called, shaking me. I glanced up at him teary eyed, and I could tell he was frustrated and exhausted.

"Mr. Fluggerbutter isn't awake, but you could see him if you like." I almost trampled over the poor guy when I heard that. He told me where the room was and I ran ahead, desperately wanting to see my Rancis. I silently yet dramatically threw open the hospital door.

And that's when I saw it.

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