Sacrificed (Phone Guy X Purple Guy)

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(At the hospital)
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I paced around heavily breathing and mumbling words to myself.
"Excuse me." A lady said that was at the desk in the waiting room. "Could you...sit down please."
"Oh...sorry." I responded as I sat down.
Finally after about 15 minutes, the doctor came out holding a clipboard.

"Is he alright?!? Can I see him?!? Did he live?!?" I asked loudly.
"Okay..." The doctor said in a low tone of voice that made me nervous.
"Vincent has a 60/40 chance of living, but right now he's in a coma. If your ready though you could bring him home, just keep him warm, his temperature is approximately 79.3, but it may rise."
It took me a moment to process what he just said. I was feeling so many feelings right now and I didn't like most of them.
"Thanks." I finally managed to say.

A few moments later the doctor came out carrying Vincent. He was wrapped in a light blue blanket.
"Take care of him." The doctor said as he handed him over to me.
"I will." I responded as I swept a piece of his messy purple hair away from his face and felt his forehead.
It was cold...
Extremely cold.
I carried him out and drove him to the pizzeria...my shift was about to start.