Vio sat to Blue’s right and Shadow to his left as the sun rose ever higher in the sky. Green and Zelda still sat in the corner, but only because the seats around the other Links were taken by concerned townspeople.
You’d think they’d actually say something consoling, but they’re just sitting here sullenly. Shadow thought, showing how he felt through his eyes to Vio.
I know, Vio’s eyes seemed to reply, but I think it’s ‘cause Blue’s never really been “sad” around them. Zelda stood and walked over to the small group of boys.
“Hey, Blue.” She replied, kneeling on the floor near his chair when another wasn’t immediately offered to her. Before she knew it, the entire town was standing to try and give her a chair. She took the one across from Blue, and, before the townspeople could sit, Green took the chair to her right. “He’s going to be okay.”
Blue looked up at her seriously.
“He knows,” Vio replied. Truthfully, every minute without news meant a year of isolation for the sky-colored Link, but Vio would never tell Zelda that.
“It’s just easier for him to be silent and think than to talk awkwardly,” Shadow continued. Zelda smiled in reply.
Every townsperson was silent, not in mourning, just in thought (as Blue continued to reinforce himself). The younger ones walked up to Blue every once in a while and handed the hero his or her respective favorite toy. Over a period of 30 minutes, Blue had a collection of stuffed animals, yoyos, slingshots, and various plastic weapons gathered on his lap. However, other than a nod and faker smile than the weapons, Blue sat stock still with his eyes hazily glued to the space on the floor in front of him. Shadow and Vio shared worried glances and thoughts to either side of the tired hero.
Now, let’s be clear. By now, the hyperbole use in this recount of what happened after Red was injured has been minimal. This story has tried, with all its might, to only collect the facts of the matter and the personal recounts of the Links and to put these factors in an order that makes sense to the reader. However, despite the sheer amount of witnesses, the event that took place a few short minutes after the 13th train was placed on Blue’s lap has many, extremely different, recollections. Most likely, the event was so sudden and strange that any blank in an individual witness's mind was filled in through their own train of reason. Whatever the case may be, the following paragraph is composed of the most consistent facts of the next sequence.
Suddenly, Blue’s entire body flinched. His expression twisted into one of extreme pain. His entire body curled and at least half of the toys were pushed onto the floor from the sudden shock. When the motion had passed, he sat, curled and still, for a second. The room didn’t breath for fear of pushing him into another spasm. Finally, and suddenly, Blue stood. The toys fell to the floor around him. Children have a funny way about forgiving others. Even the most “selfish” of children there never blamed Blue for the broken and dented valuables. His blue eyes, which were previously emptied through pain, shone bright with fear. Green would later call this “the scariest part of the story”, while Vio and Shadow agree that Blue’s expression was “a step in the right direction but at the wrong time”. Blue sprinted towards the surgery door with full force, only shouting backwards one explanation before he disappeared.
“He needs help.”
Before the town could blink, Shadow and Vio and Green were all sprinting after Blue with determination in their eyes and the worst fear they’d ever felt on their sleeves.
