the annoying hum from the harsh fluorescent lights filling the hospital room were interrupted by a knock at the door. a fish nurse stood in the doorframe, glancing at her clipboard in her fin.
"mr, uh, tennisballs? you have a visitor."
"actually," a low baritone voice spoke before the cephalopod could correct her. "it's tentacles. squidward tentacles." stepping into the room stood the pink starfish, a bouquet of flowers in his grip and worry expression on his face. he took in the sight of his neighbor, and once dearest friend, now wrapped in bandage from his head all the way down to the bottom of his tentacles. his legs and arms elevated in the air by lines of support from the ceiling.
"he can't speak right now," she reminded the starfish, motioning to the wrappings on his face, "but he can hear you. i'll be in the hallway when you're done."
patrick rushed to squidward's bed side gripping the cast of one of his tentacles firmly.
"squidward i'm so happy you're alive! i was so worried about you. i thought ..." his voice trailed off, not able to say the horrific thought aloud. his grip on the cast grew tighter and his damaged friend gave a muffled grunt in response.
"i'm so sorry about everything that happened. i'm sorry you had to find out about me and spongebob the way you did."
another muffled response.
patricks eyes lit up as he examined squidwards closely. "do .. do you really mean that?"
the octopus' eyes furrowed as he spoke again, voice louder but still just as muffled beneath the wrapping.
"oh squidward i... i love you too! gosh, i didn't think you felt the same way!" both hands wrapped around his tentacle firmly.
his damaged friend - no. his damaged new lover rustled in the bed as he shouted at him, what patrick could only assume to be declarations of love, beneath his cast, words completely incoherent to the star.
"i've got to go tell spongebob right now - he's in jail. they police think he pushed you into the bus and attempted vehicular homicide." he placed a kiss to his partners mummified face before sprinting out of the room, leaving behind a screaming squidward in his wake.
... to be continued...
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Fanfiction"squidward i..." the yellow sponge struggled to form the sentence, the words lingering in the air. "save it for someone who cares." squidward spat venomously, holding up a long tendril. "i'm done, sponge. i'm done." his words croaked out, tears swel...
