Blue held his head in his hands as he sat outside of the doctor's office. Vio, who had never really been good at expressing empathy (Vio was sure that he understood what Blue was feeling, given that he had felt a similar sense of guilt about Shadow Link's injuries from that accursed mirror), stood awkwardly in a corner of the reception area, looking everywhere except for at Blue. Green sat directly to Blue's right and had one arm around Blue in a comforting half-hug. Blue was aware of these things even with his bangs shielding most of his field of vision, and although he knew it was useless, he couldn't stop himself from scanning the room for the familiar, red clothing of the person he loved so dearly. He silently cursed himself, again, for allowing his eyes to betray the truth that he felt deep in his soul.
It's his fault.
It is entirely his fault.
Vio took a deep breath, sucking up both the air and the courage his triforce is known for, and looked straight at Blue.
"It's not your fault." Vio stated, once again showing off his talent for guessing what his clones were thinking, "There were monsters everywhere. Blaming yourself for what happened would be acting even stupider than you usually act." Vio wasn't trying to be mean, he just wanted Blue to react, to be angry, to be anything other than this. This wasn't Blue. Blue was hot headed. Blue was full of spirit. Blue was passionate. What Vio was looking at now was a boy with Vio's hair, Red's eye-color, Green's piece of the triforce, and a tear-streaked face. If Vio could just get one reaction from Blue -an angry shout, a snide remark, or an instigating statement- then, maybe when the doctor inevitably walks in, everyone would at least feel a little more prepared.
"Sure, Vio. Whatever." Blue replied, tired of not knowing what was going on inside of the sterilized room behind him. Vio and Green shared a worried glance for about 15 seconds (It's odd that I notice these things, but not the things that matter, Blue thought to himself) before Green tried to cheer Blue up.
"He's going to be alright Blue, after all-" Green began but was quickly cut off.
"I know that he'll be alright." Blue shouted, exasperated that his own clones didn't know of his faith in their, and Red's, strength. He knew that Red would pull out of this, and he knew that Red would probably run out of the room with his same child-like attitude and probably overreact to everything. "Well then what's wrong?" Vio inquired. Leave it to Vio to know exactly what questions to ask, because Blue sure as Din didn't know the answer. Luckily, the sound of a carriage outside, and the familiar shouting of a girl, distracted the Links. Zelda ran in completely out of breath, bunching the skirt of her dress just above her ankles to keep from tripping.
"What happened? Why was the royal messenger so distressed? Is the Four Sword broken? Is the triforce lost?" Zelda quickly fired questions at the Links. When she received no answer, she quickly, but thoroughly, looked around the room. Suddenly, as though she had finally surveyed her surroundings enough to fully grasp the situation, she gasped, and slowly asked through the glove of the hand that covered her mouth, "What happened to Red?" Blue, who had looked up when Zelda had entered, quickly shot his head to the left to avoid eye contact with the princess. Green filled Blue's old spot in the floor with his gaze, and Vio, who was the only one to make eye contact, answered.
"You might want to sit down before I tell you this," Vio warned, "This story is about as long as it is gruesome." Zelda, not one to shrug off advice given by her purple-clad friend, quickly stole the closest chair. After she had settled, Vio began.
