It wasn't that Princess Zelda couldn't find any words. She found words -coherent, thought-quenching words- floated around in her head, but whenever she tried to focus on one, it seemed to dissolve into an unreachable part of her wise, scrutinizing mind. Vio, sensing that the princess probably wouldn't like the gory details about his blue clone's reaction to the injury, quickly dressing Red's wound in gauze, immersing the arm in ice water (originally, they had plenty to keep themselves hydrated and cool during training), and carrying Red's unconscious -but still breathing- form to the hospital, finished the story by relaying only the most important facts about those events to her.
Blue, sensing that he would be recalled into the foyer soon, began composing himself. Green, who had no idea how to comfort a lamenting version of himself, let alone Blue, in this situation, allowed Blue to calm down on his own. The hot-headed hero appreciated this. He hates pity when it is directed at him.
The doctor took one last look at the patient before entering the foyer. The figure of the red-clad boy with his eyes closed and hair tousled in a secret technique known only to the hat, looked very peaceful, not at all like he had been in a battle only moments before, as his identical quadruplets had explained. The doctor took a deep breath, and entered the foyer of the Sage's hospital. The doctor didn't get a chance to introduce himself to the two bodies, a boy identical to his patient (the only difference being the purple garb that the boy wore) and the princess, before a third person, another identical boy dressed in a different color than the patient or the violet boy, skidded inside and barraged the poor doctor with questions.
"What's going on with Red?" The boy with clothes that matched his eyes asked, "Can I see him? Will he be all right? Is he awake? Are you making sure that he's comfortable?" A fourth boy, this time in green garb, ran in after the blue boy and quickly restrained his clone.
"Sorry," the boy in green quickly apologized, "we're very worried about our friend." The doctor, naturally, understood the boy in blue's concern. He had seen it in many families, including his own. The doctor gave Blue an empathetic smile and motioned for everyone to sit down. It didn't take long for the Links to catch on, but the princess, understandably given her Triforce, was a little tired of being patient to receive information.
"Well, don't keep us waiting." Zelda said as she stood up and put both hands on her hips. The doctor, acknowledging the princess with a quick bow, responded a little more-than-casually. "I'd never dream of it, milady. But..." here, the doctor paused and bit his lip contemplating the best way to go about this. "Would you like the bad or the good news first?"
Bad move.
The boy in blue practically leaped out of the wooden seat he had chosen and tackled the poor doctor.
"What bad news? Isn't everything all right with Red? Is he sick? Is he breathing? Did you let him-" Blue snarled at the doctor, but was cut off when Vio stepped between Blue and the doctor, and the doctor regained his personal space back in the same procedure as when he first walked into the room (only with Vio leading the way instead of Green and with the smart Link telling the bluer one to shut up, calm down, and sit).
Blue, for the third time that day, regained his composure and forced himself to step away from the doctor, while mumbling a half-hearted apology. Vio then turned to the doctor, nodded, and returned to his seat. The doctor, catching his cue to continue, cleared his throat to start doing just that. "Well, the good news is," he began, "your brother has finally stabilized." The relief in the room was pungent. The boy left exhausted through his sudden attack grew about 3 inches, the leader relaxed (which caused him to lose about three inches), Vio stood there stoically (which was his way of showing relief), and Zelda sat down again. "However..." here, the man in scrubs needed, as he does all too often, to address the hardest part of his career path; administering bad news in a way that was both quick, and as painless as possible. "We're going to need to bring in some more... advanced doctors." Vio raised his eyebrow at the doctor suspiciously from his chair while the other three friends hadn't fully registered the words from the physician through their relief.
