TRIGGER WARNING!: References to depression and suicidal thoughts.

There was lots of scary beeping sounds. Poit! Pinky didn't want to be put to sleep his thoughts were racing all around, so how could he sleep? His thoughts were jumping like grasshoppers! They weren't sitting still! Brain was definitely going to bop him on the head for this. He had to sit still!

But Brain told him the surgery would make him better. His hip wouldn't be hurting anymore. He could dance around the cage without it hurting! Oh! That would be fun fun silly Willy! He couldn't wait to dance!

But, going to sleep is scary when you're not tired. How are they going to make him fall asleep?

Pinky looked around the room he was in, it was white, whiter than snow. There was lots of tools, some he'd never seen before, and others he'd seen Brain use before. He heard the scientists talking, he was starting to feel more afraid. Oh Poit! The not so nice butterflies were back in his tummy again.

He then saw someone jump up on the table he was on. Brain! Pinky tried to move away to get to his friend, but he was strapped down, he whimpered at the touch.

"No, pinky," Brain murmured softly. "You can't move. The scientists are going to put you to sleep soon." Brain murmured softly, easing his partner back down, beginning to gently caress his face to keep him calm. Pinky started trembling, oh he was so nervous! Brain continued to caress his face. "Shh." Brain soothed. "I-I-I'm scared! Poit!" Pinky cried. Brain nuzzled his partner on the nose. "I know you're scared, old friend, I know... but look at it this way, your hip won't hurt anymore. You'll be able to to be happy again, you'll be able to do all the fun things you used to do, dancing around to your favourite songs, help me take over the world! I promise it'll be worth it." Brain said softly continuing to caress pinky on the face.

Pinky watched Brain Bring over a mask that would put him to sleep, pinky shrank back, terrified of the mask! Brain gently approached, holding the mask out to him. "This is the mask that will make you go to sleep, it has special air in it that makes you sleepy, can you breathe it in for me?" Brain asked gently, holding his partner's paw, as he guided the mask to his face. Pinky whimpered a little bit. " let's pretend you're blowing up a balloon, you've got to blow it up to make sure that there's enough air in it don't you?" Pinky nodded, starting to breathe in the air, pretending to blow up a balloon.

The scientists were unaware that they had a little helper in the operating room.

Pinky's eyelids became heavy, he let out a sleepy "NARF..." Brain chuckled to himself, gently lying his partner down, before taking the mask off his face, and giving his partner a gentle forehead kiss. "I'll be right here. I love you." Brain whispers before climbing down the operating table and going out of the room, and allowing the scientists to fix his hip.

Hours later.

Pinky had a successful operation! He was now in bed in his cage, His megalomaniacal friend watching him until he was ready to wake up. Brain held his hand as he slept, reading a story to him gently. Soon, blue eyes opened, and pinky groggily looks around. "Brain...?" He asked, looking around for his partner. Brain stopped reading, smiling, happy to see his partner awake. "Hello, old friend, it's excellent to see you awake. It's over, the surgery is all finished, now all you need to do is recover."

"Thirsty, poit!" Brain nodded bringing a thimble of water to his partner's lips, pinky gently drank, licking his lips to make them moist again.

His tummy kind of hurt, he wasn't exactly hungry, the last thing he wanted was to eat right now.

"My tummy hurts, Poit! My whole body feels twisty." Pinky said.

Luckily, Brain came prepared. He got a bucket for him to throw up in just in case, sometimes the medicines they use don't agree with people. Brain passed him the bucket, and just in time too, poor Pinky threw up, he hated throwing up, it was very very very yucky. He didn't like the feel of it, it was gross.

Brain rubbed his back soothingly to help. "It's alright, Pinky.. sometimes our bodies don't agree with some medicines, and they need a way to get out, so sometimes, unfortunately, throwing up is the only way." Brain said, hoping the explanation would help Pinky understand it better.

Pinky eventually stopped throwing up. Thank narf!

Brain was gently cleaning him up, mindful that he could throw up again. Luckily, almost all of it landed in the bucket, so there was only a few that didn't.

But soon, pinky was all cleaned up. Pinky still felt kind of yucky, he can't believe he threw up! Yucky!

His friend went to go and clean it out, luckily there was a sink already in the cage. So he went to go and clean it up, 10 minutes later and he returned, putting the now clean bucket beside him for easy grabbing access..

Pinky couldn't believe it. The surgery was over!

The surgery was over... it was over... No more pain, well, he would be in pain for awhile longer, but it wouldn't be constant anymore. He could breathe again, he could smile again, genuinely. No more fake smiles. No more lying that things were okay, we could focus on happy days again.

Pinky could be Pinky again...

Pinky started to cry, but it wasn't from pain, oh no, it was relief.

Brain gently hugs him, understanding him completely. Pinky had been in pain for a decade, it was only a couple years ago did his battle really start to get to him. Pinky was depressed, not able to enjoy his happy things. Pinky was even thinking suicidal thoughts.

Oh, those horrible thoughts.

Those horrible thoughts consumed him, he apologised because he didn't know why his brain was telling him to think these things.

Brain would cuddle his friend, letting him cry, the megalomaniac telling him that he wasn't alone through this. Brain told him that he was so strong, that he would get through this. Brain would say that they would fight his dark thoughts together.

Brain would learn how to speak with pinky about his dark thoughts, using the words that his friend would call them, he would call his suicidal thoughts his 'Demons' and that they kept calling him horrible things. He would tell his partner that his Demons said he should disappear, that no matter what he tried to say to them, the nasty Demons wouldn't listen.

Brain, of course, would empathise with him, even Brain knew that just telling him 'don't think about them' wouldn't help. So he would empathise with him, saying "I'm sorry you're thinking these thoughts, old friend... but I think we should try our best to think happy thoughts."

Poor Pinky wouldn't know how, because his thoughts were so consuming.

Brain would suggest they watch happy cartoons, cartoons that would make him laugh.

They worked, the majority of the time.

But on the days when not even his favourite cartoons would help, Brain cuddled him in bed, telling him that it was okay, that he knows it's hard, and that Someday soon it'll get better. Brain would tell his partner "That the demons are just a little harder to fight today, but we'll fight them, together."

And they did fight them together.

So when Christmas came and Pinky received his best gift ever, Brain couldn't help but get emotional. Pinky finally got a date for his surgery!

"Brain! I'm going to get my operation soon! Which means I won't be in pain anymore! This is the best Christmas ever! TROZ!" Pinky had said happily through emotional happy tears.

Brain had never hugged pinky tighter that day.

Brain had heard the scientists say the day his partner was going to get the surgery. The megalomaniac knew then and there that would be his Christmas gift to him, his surgery date. But of course, because pinky believed in Santa Claus, Brain made sure to write it as though it was from Santa Claus himself.

When he realised what his gift was, he started shaking. Pinky didn't believe him at first, at first, his partner stared at him as he stared. At the note Santa Claus, and left him, but after the megalomaniac confirmed that it was in the real, and that Santa Claus did send him the gift of a surgery date, that's when the carers had started, and that's when the megalomaniac gave his partner the biggest hug in the world. For once, Brain was just as happy, if not happier than his best friend. Finally, he wouldn't be in pain anymore, and after he fully recovered, the megalomaniac very much aware that it could take up to a year or so to fully recover.

But Brain honestly didn't to mind. As long as Pinky was happy, the megalomaniac was also happy too.

Back in the present moment, pinky was still happily bawling his eyes out. Brain ever praising him for making it through such a long and tedious battle. The megalomaniac kept saying how proud he was of him, and how he knew he could do it. He won't be there for him through absolutely everything, and that was a promise.

His best friend happy was the best thing in the whole world, seeing his infectious smile was better than any chance to rule over the world. Brain couldn't be happier, they would be taking over the world in no time.

A/N:

Wholesome mice! This story is something I did not long after I went through my own surgery process, which a lot of you will probably remember if you message me regularly. I am keeping this in my drafts for awhile, as it's been unfinished forever. But finally, since I have nothing better to do, so I might as well finish this. Hope you guys enjoyed!

NARF! :D