Kneesurgerycore Emojis & Text

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 19 The doctor nods, his eyes scrutinizing the x-ray. "Good," he says, his voice clipped. "It's healing nicely." Plankton lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping slightly. The doctor continues, his voice gentle. "But we'll need to extract the excess glue." Plankton's eye widens. "What!" The doctor holds up a hand. "It's common, nothing to worry about. All do is drain the excess glue. It'll help reduce the pressure and discomfort." Plankton's antennae wave in distress. "How?" he asks, his voice high-pitched. Hanna and Karen exchange worried glances. The doctor explains, his tone reassuring. "It's a simple procedure," he says, his claws gesturing to the medical tools laid out before them. "We'll just remove your cast and then we go in with a small instrument to drain the excess glue." Plankton's breathing speeds up, his antennae twitching rapidly. "But what if it hurts?" he asks, his voice high-pitched. The doctor nods understandingly. "We'll put you under general anesthesia like last time, Mr. Plankton. You won't feel a thing." Karen nods, her face a mask of calm. "Okay," Plankton whispers, his eyes darting between Karen and the doctor, his voice shaking. They wheel him into the operating room, Hanna waiting out in a chair as Karen follows Plankton in. The room was cold, the smell of disinfectant sharp in his tiny nose. His leg was propped up, the cast looking like a monolith in the stark, white room. The doctor's face loomed over him, a mask obscuring his expression. "You're going to feel sleepy now, Mr. Plankton," he said, his voice distant. "Count backwards from twenty." Plankton managed a nod, his voice slurring. "T-twenty," he slurred. "Nineteen." His eyelid began to droop, his words slurring more with each number. "Eigh-" his voice trailed off as the world grew fuzzy. His head lolled to the side, his antennae coming to rest on the pillow. And with that, Plankton was asleep, his breaths evening out. The doctor nodded to the nurse, who smiled gently. "He's under," she confirmed, monitoring his vitals. Karen squeezed his hand. "You'll be okay, Plankton," she whispered. Hanna stood at the edge of the room, her eyes filled with concern as she watched the medical staff prepare for the procedure. The surgery was swift, the doctor's claws sure as they worked to remove the cast and extract the excess glue with syringes. Plankton slept through it all, his body completely relaxed as Karen held his hand. Hanna waited outside as they finished. When it was done, the doctor replaced the cast with a bandage wrapped around the leg. "He'll be fine," the doctor told Karen, his voice matter-of-fact. "The anesthesia should wear off soon. We'll keep an eye on him as he wakes up." They wheeled Plankton into recovery, his body still and his chest rising and falling with even breaths. Karen stayed by his side, her hand in his. Hanna follows them. His recovery room was quiet. Plankton was out like a light, his antennae still and his tiny body completely relaxed against the pillows. Karen sat next to him, her hand still holding his. Hanna hovered near the door, watching. Karen leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. "You know, Plankton, you've got more heart than you let on," she said, her eyes filled with admiration. "You're so strong, going through this." Hanna smiled at the tender moment. The doctor cleared his throat, his demeanor shifting from serious to slightly amused. "Now, before he wakes up, I should mention that the sedative can have some funny effects on his brain. It's perfectly normal," he assured them, his eyes twinkling behind his mask. "He might say or do things that seem out of character." Karen nodded, her grip on Plankton's hand not wavering. "What kind of things?" Hanna asked, her curiosity piqued. "Well, it's difficult to predict," the doctor said, his tone lightening. "Some patients become extremely chatty, others may be a little loopy. He might say things he doesn't normally say or do things that are out of his character." Karen smiled slightly, thinking of Plankton's usual demeanor. "But don't worry," the doctor assured them. "It's all part of the process. He'll be back to his usual self shortly." A line of drool had formed at the corner of his mouth. Karen couldn't help but smile at the sight. "Look at him," Hanna whispered. "He looks so innocent when he's out cold." Karen reached over with a tissue and carefully wiped his mouth. "He's going to hate that when he wakes up," she mused. Hanna chuckled, her eyes still on him. "It's kind of cute, though," she said. Yet Plankton remained oblivious, his chest rising and falling evenly as they waited for the sedative to wear off. Minutes ticked by, their conversation keeping the silence at bay. The doctor's words hung in the air like a teaser to an unpredictable joke. What would Plankton say or do when he woke up?

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ᴸᵉᵍ ᵘᵖ pt. 1 ⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ ᵀʰᵉ ʳᵒᶜᵏʸ ᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵃˡˡᵒʷ ˡᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ ᵇᵒᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵗ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵖⁱᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱᵐ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒᵒᵗ ˢˡⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰⁱᵐ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ˡᵉᵍ ʰⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᶜᵏ‧ ᴮᵒᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵃ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ⸴ ᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ⸴ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵗʷᵒ ᵉᵐᵖˡᵒʸᵉᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵒⁿᵈ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇˢ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵖᵉᵃʳˡ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ‧ "ᵂᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʰⁱᵐ; ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ⸴ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵖⁱᶜᵏ ᵘᵖ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᶜᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵗʳᵘᵍᵍˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ⸴ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍ ᵖʳᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ'ˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵈᵒʷⁿ⸴ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵇᵃⁿᵈᵃᵍᵉ ʷʳᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒˡᵈ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ‧‧‧" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵍ‧ "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏⁱᵉ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ⁱᶜᵉ ᵒʳ ᵃ ʰᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵃᵈ‧‧‧" "ᑫᵘⁱᵗ ᵇᵃᵇʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ⸴ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ!" ᴴᵉ ˢⁿᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃʷᵏʷᵃʳᵈ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵘᵗᵇᵘʳˢᵗ‧ "ᴶᵘˢᵗ ⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ʰⁱᵐ‧‧‧" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵃˣᵉᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ‧ ᔆᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵒᵈᵈˡʸ ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗᶠᵘˡ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱˢ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ‧ ʸᵉᵗ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰᵃˢ ᵃ ˡⁱᵐⁱᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱᶠ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵉʳᵐˢ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ˢᵒ⸴ ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵃᵗᵉ ⁱᵗ‧ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵐʷⁱᵗ!" "ᴵ‧‧‧" "ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ⸴ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵘᵖˢᵉᵗ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᵂᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʰᵃᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗᵒᵘᵗ⸴ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ‧ ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵒⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˡᵃⁿᵍᵘᵃᵍᵉ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵒⁿᵉˢᵗˡʸ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ʰⁱᵐ⸴ ᵃˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳˡʸ ᵖᵃᵗʳᵒⁿⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ⸴ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ'ˢ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃˡˡ⸴ ʸᵉᵗ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉᵉʳˢ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵐᵃᵗⁱᶜ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ˢᵒ⸴ ʰᵉ ˢʰᵒʷᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶜᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ʷᵃʸ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒʷⁿˢᶠᵒˡᵏ‧ ʸᵉᵗ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ ᵇᵒᵇ ʷᵃˢ ᶜⁱᵛⁱˡ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴺᵒ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒʷⁿ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ᵖˡᵃⁿˢ ᵒʳ ⁿᵒ ᵖˡᵃⁿ‧ ᴴᵉ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ ⁱˢˢᵘᵉˢ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ‧ "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ‧‧‧" "ᶻⁱᵖ ⁱᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ!" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗᵉᵈ⸴ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ˢʰʳⁱⁿᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˢⁿᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵃᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵐᵘˢᵗ'ᵛᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒʳᵐ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ⸴ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᶜʳʸⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴴᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵃʷᵃʸ‧ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶠᵘⁿⁿʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗᵉⁿ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ⸴ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵇᵘʳˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᔆᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰⁱⁿᵍ; ⁱⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ⸴ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ‧ ᴹᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˢᵗᵉᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵘᵖ ᵒⁿ‧ ᴾᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˢᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ⸴ ʸᵉᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ᵉˣᶜˡᵘᵈᵉᵈ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ⸴ ʸᵉᵗ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍᵉᵈ‧ ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵃʳᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ ᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳⁱˡʸ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ʰᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ‧ To be cont. Pt. 2

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 1 Plankton's foot slipped on the uneven stone. His arms flailed in a desperate attempt to keep his balance. The sickening crack of bone on bone echoed through the stillness as Karen watched her husband Plankton crumple, his face a mask of pain. The quiet evening was shattered by his agonized scream. Karen rushed to his side. Plankton was clutching his leg, his eye squeezed shut. The angle of his lower leg was grotesque, unnatural. It was clear something was very wrong. She didn't need to be a doctor to know that the sound of the snap had been his middle leg bones, breaking. Karen raced as she knelt beside him, his pain a palpable presence. Plankton's breaths came quick and shallow, punctuated by grunts of pain; it was already swelling, the bone jutting under the skin. She knew they had to act fast. "Hold on," she whispered fiercely. "We need to get you to a hospital." Their quiet neighborhood was quickly alight with the wails of an approaching ambulance. The stark white and red lights bobbed through the trees, casting eerie shadows on their panic-stricken faces. The moments stretched into an eternity before the doors swung open and medical personnel flooded out, their movements efficient and calm, contrasting with the chaos of the scene. They moved quickly, strapping Plankton onto a stretcher, his screams of agony piercing the night air as they carefully straightened his leg and secured it in a makeshift splint as Karen hops in. The ambulance lurched forward, the wheels eating up the pavement as they sped toward the hospital. Karen held his hand tightly. "Ma'am, you might want to accompany him into the surgery room, as he'll need an operation." They told Karen. Upon arrival, the doctor spoke in hushed, professional tones, his expression unreadable behind the mask. "It's a serious fracture. We'll need to perform a tibiofibular repair. It's a complex procedure, but our team is prepared. You can stay by him as we operate. Let's get him comfortable first." Karen nodded. "I understand." They transferred him to the operating table, gently arranging his limbs with the precision of experience. Karen held his hand, her eyes never leaving his as the anesthesiologist prepared the medication. Plankton was visibly nervous, his eye darting between the doctor and his wife. To help ease his nerves, the nurse offered Plankton a warm blanket and a stuffed bear, and he clutched it to his chest. The anesthesiologist stepped back, thinking for a moment before speaking up. "We have anesthesia. We can try that. It's not our usual protocol, but in your case, it might be the best option." Karen felt the grip of Plankton's hand tighten around hers. "It'll be okay," she assured him, trying to mirror the nurse's calm demeanor. The doctor nodded in agreement. "We've done this before. We'll take good care of you." The anesthetic began to flow into his veins, and Plankton's eyelid grew heavy. His breathing slowed, and the room grew quiet as his grip loosened and his hand went slack in Karen's. She leaned in, whispering, "I love you," as his eye closed fully, snores now coming from his open mouth. The doctor gave a nod to the anesthesiologist, who nodded back in confirmation. The surgery could begin. Once they finished the surgery, they bandaged Plankton's leg with a cast that went from his toes to his hip, and wheeled him to the recovery room. The doctor explained that it was a successful procedure, though he'd be asleep for several hours. The room was a soft symphony of beeps and whispers, a stark contrast to the chaos of the operating theater. Karen waited, her fingers intertwined with his, feeling his pulse steady and strong under her fingertips. The nurse dimmed the lights. "He's reacting nicely to the anesthesia. It's normal and ok if today he tends to doze off easily." Karen nodded. As Plankton slept on, the nurse adjusts his stuffed bear so that it doesn't press against his cast. She smiles reassuringly at Karen. "He's going to be okay," she says softly. "We'll keep a close eye on his vitals, yet he should be coming around shortly." Karen nods, gratitude in her screen, and squeezes his hand gently. "You can even talk to him if you'd like. Sometimes it helps to hear a familiar voice." Karen leans closer to Plankton's sleeping form. "You're going to be okay. You're going to recover, and we're going to get through this." The nurse nods, a sympathetic smile on her face as she checks the IV dripping pain relievers into his arm. Eventually, Plankton's eye opens groggily, looking around the room in confusion. He winces as the light pierces his pupil, and Karen quickly reaches over to dim the lamp. "It's okay," she says soothingly. "You're in the hospital. You had an accident." His eye finds hers and relaxes slightly as recognition sets in. "My...my leg," he mumbles, his voice slurred from the anesthesia. Karen nods, her thumb brushing his knuckles. "They fixed it. You had surgery. You're going to be okay." Plankton tries to move, but the weight of the cast stops him. "What...happened?" The doctor enters the recovery room. "You had a nasty fall. Do you remember?" Plankton's eye drifts closed, trying to piece together the fragmented moments. The pain, the lights, the sound of his own screams. He nods slightly, the memory firming like concrete in his mind. "We've repaired it. You'll be in this cast for a while, but with rest, you'll be back to normal." Plankton nods again. The doctor nods to Karen. "He'll be sleepy for a bit. We've given him some pain medication." Karen nods. Plankton's eyelid flutters, his gaze unfocused. "Can I... see it?" he asks, his voice slurred by the anesthesia. Karen nods and gently lifts the blanket. The cast, white and pristine, extends from his toes to his hip. "It's going to take some time, but you'll be okay," she repeats, her voice soothing. Plankton's eye focuses on the cast. "It's...big," he murmurs, his voice trailing off as the weight of the medication pulls him back under. His eye droops closed, and his breathing steadies into the rhythmic pattern of sleep. Karen watches his chest rise and fall as they remove the IV. "He'll be in and out of it for a while. It's normal. The body needs rest after surgery." Karen nods, trying to absorb the doctor's words. She's seen people with broken legs before, but never one she loves so much. She thanks the doctor, her voice barely above a whisper. Plankton's hand moves, his fingers searching for hers. "Karen," he whispers, his voice thick with sleep. Her hand slides into his, squeezing gently. "I'm here," she murmurs, her screen never leaving his peaceful face. The surgery had been a success. The nurse looks to Karen. "I'll get the wheelchair." The chair squeaks into place, and Plankton's eye opens. He looks at Karen, the question in his gaze clear. She nods. "It's time to go home."

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 2 They maneuver him into the wheelchair, and he winces as his leg meets the firm cushion. The nurse nods sympathetically. "It'll take some getting used to, but you'll manage." She gets his stuffed bear and blanket, placing them carefully in his lap. Plankton leans his head back, his eye drifting closed again as they get crutches. Karen follows the nurse as they navigate the hospital corridors. She's relieved to finally reach the car, helping him in with gentle care. His head lolls to the side as she buckles him in, his snores a testament to the powerful medication. The drive home feels endless. Every bump in the road jolts her nerves, but Plankton remains oblivious, his chest rising and falling evenly. She glances over, his hand resting on the stuffed bear, fingers lax. The house is a silent fortress when they arrive. Karen managed to get him in. He mumbles something incoherent as she helps lift him onto the couch. His eyelid flickers open, and he looks around confused before it closes again. She also leaves the wheelchair near. Pillows are arranged just so, the TV remote within easy reach, and his favorite blanket drapes his legs like a warm embrace. He mumbles a thank you, his eye still half-closed with sleep. Karen makes him comfortable, his head nestled against the pillows. She kisses his forehead. "Rest," she whispers, her voice a soft caress. "I'll be right here." Plankton's snores become more pronounced as Karen sits by his side. Just then, Karen's friend Sandy unexpectedly comes inside. "What happened?" she gasps. Karen smiles weakly. "He's sleepy." Sandy's eyes widen as she takes in the cast and the wheelchair. "What...? Why..." Sandy exclaims. "It's okay," Karen says. "Plankton had an accident. He'll be fine, yet it's going to be a long road to recovery." Sandy nods, a look of concern etching her features. "How can I help?" Karen's eyes fill with gratitude. "Could you... could you stay with him while I make food?" Sandy nods firmly. "Of course." Plankton's snores grow softer as Sandy sits beside him as Karen finishes up a batch of chum. Plankton stirs slightly, his snores quieter now. "Karen," Sandy calls from the living room. "He's waking up." Karen sets the food aside, wiping her hands on a towel as she rushes in. Plankton's eye blinks open, looking around confused. "What's...what's going on?" he mumbles. Karen smiles reassuringly. "You had surgery, Plankton. Do you remembe---" He nods, his eye half-lidded. "I...fell. But when’d she get here?" Plankton said as he recognized Sandy. Karen chuckles softly. "You've been out of it for a bit. She came a bit after you fell asleep." Sandy smiles. "I'm just here to help. What do you need?" Karen's shoulders sag with relief. "Could you help me get his wheelchair? We'll need to eat at the table." Karen guides Plankton. He winces as he lowers himself, his leg still tender and foreign in its cast. They make their way to the dinner table, Sandy right behind them. Karen serves him a steaming plate. He picks at the food, his eye still hazy from the anesthesia. Sandy fills a glass of water, placing it within his reach. "How long...?" Plankton's words trail off as he tries to remember the doctor's instructions. "How long will I be in this...this...thing?" He gestures to the cast, his frustration clear. Karen takes a deep breath, her hand resting on his shoulder. "It's going to be a few weeks, love. But think of it as a chance to rest and recover." She knows he doesn't want to appear helpless. Sandy sits across from Karen and Plankton, curious but tentative, as she knows he can have a fiery temper at times. "So, what happened Plank..." He cuts her off, his voice sharp. "I fell. That's what happened. I don't know much after that." Plankton's frustration is palpable, his eye flashing. Karen squeezes his hand gently, a silent reminder to be patient. Sandy nods, understanding. "Well, ok." Karen watches Plankton's face, and Sandy wants to help. He's tired, his eyelid drooping. But he tries to appear present, to eat with them at the kitchen table with his wheelchair. He takes small bites, his movements careful not to disturb his leg. Karen intercepts Sandy's concerned look. "It's okay," she whispers as Plankton's energy wanes. His head nods forward slightly, and he jerks awake with a snort, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Karen appreciates her friend's support, yet she can see the uncertainty in Sandy's eyes. They both knew Plankton's stubbornness. Sandy clears her throat, changing the subject. "So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" Karen looks at Plankton, his eye half-closed. "We'll take it easy. The doctor said lots of rest." Plankton nods, his head bobbing slightly. "I'll help with the house," Sandy offers, picking up on Karen's unspoken concern. "You guys just focus on...you know, recovering." Karen smiles with gratitude. "Thank you." Plankton nods, his head lolling again as he tries to appear present. But he leans into Karen, his body heavy with exhaustion, head resting on her shoulder, his snores soon filling the room despite still sitting in the wheelchair at the table. Karen and Sandy exchange a look. Gently, Karen lifts Plankton's head, his snores growing deeper with every passing second. "Come on, let's get you to bed," she whispers, her voice a gentle caress in the quiet room. Sandy nods, understanding. They work in tandem, Sandy pushing the wheelchair while Karen supports Plankton's weight. The bedroom is bathed in a soft glow, the curtains drawn against the night. They maneuver him to the bed, his snores punctuating the air. They carefully lift him, his body unyielding from the pain meds, and lay him down. The cast feels heavier than ever, a stark reminder of the ordeal he's just been through. Karen pulls the covers over him, tucking them in gently around his cast, his snores growing louder. Sandy looks at Karen with sympathetic eyes. "You've had quite a day," she says softly. Karen nods. "We both have." Sandy pulls her into a hug. "You're not alone. I'm here."

ᴸᵉᵍ ᵘᵖ pt. 3 ⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰᵃˢ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ ᵇᵒᵇ⸴ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ!" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᶜᵉᵈ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᶠᵃⁱˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵉᵖˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ˢˡⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ⸴ ʰᵘʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ‧ ᴮᵒᵗʰ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒᵖᵖˡⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵒⁱˢᵉˢ ᵍᵒ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁱʳᶜᵃˢᵉ‧ ᴺᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʳᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵉᵖˢ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ˡᵃⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ˡᵉᵍ‧ "ᵂᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵘᵖˢᵗᵃⁱʳˢ‧‧‧" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ‧ "ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ‧ ᴮᵉˢⁱᵈᵉˢ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵗᵉʳⁱᵃˡ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ⁿᵒʷ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ‧ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳ⸴ ˢᵗᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᶠʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵉˣᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʷⁱᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ'ˢ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃʷ ʰᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ "ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ⸴ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵃⁱᵈ ᵏⁱᵗ‧‧‧" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ʰᵘʳʳⁱᵉᵈˡʸ ʳᵃⁿ‧ ᴵᶠ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵈᵃᵐᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ⸴ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿˡʸ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒʷ! ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ ᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃⁿᵈᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵒˢᵘʳᵉ⸴ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵃᵘˡᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ‧ "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳ ᵐᵉ‧‧‧" To be cont. Pt. 4

ᴸᵉᵍ ᵘᵖ pt. 4 ⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉˡʸ ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᵖᵒᵘⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵘʳᵗ ˡᵉᵍ‧ ᔆᵗⁱˡˡ⸴ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ˢʷⁱʳˡᵉᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ‧ 'ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵘˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ⸴ ˢⁱᵗ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ‽' ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵉᵃᵈʸ ʰⁱˢ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ 'ᴴᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ‧‧‧' ᔆᵉᵐⁱ⁻ ᶜᵒⁿˢᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ⸴ ʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ 'ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵉᵐʸ!' ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵗʰʳᵒᵇᵇᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍ ᵈⁱᵈ‧ 'ᴴᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ!' ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵉⁿᵛᵉˡᵒᵖᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃˢ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵃⁱᵈ‧ "ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ!" ᶜʳⁱᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ "ᴳᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ⁱᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ʷᵃˢʰᶜˡᵒᵗʰ; ʰᵘʳʳʸ!" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ʸᵉˡˡˢ‧ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵍᵘⁱˡᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ʷᵒʳʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵇᵃᵈˡʸ ʰᵉ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵉᵃˢʸ ᵒⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵍ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷⁱⁿᶜᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉˡʸ ᵈʳᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵘᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵃⁱᵈ ᵏⁱᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ⸴ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ˢᵃᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢⁱᵍʰᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ⸴ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍʸ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ‧‧‧" "ᴵˡˡ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ; ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᵉˢ‧" ᴹᵉᵃⁿʷʰⁱˡᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵘⁿᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍˢ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵃᵈᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘˢᵃᵇˡᵉ/ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿˢⁱᵛᵉ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᵈʷⁱⁿᵈˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ‧ "ᴵ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ᵐ‧‧‧" "ʸᵉˢ?" ᴴᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷᵉᵃᵏˡʸ‧ "ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ᵍˡᵃᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ‧ "ᴴᵉʸ⸴ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵉᵃʳˡⁱᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ; ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵃⁱʳ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ᵃˢ ᴵᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃᵗ ᵒᵈᵈˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᵏʳᵃᵇ‧‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ?" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳ‧ "ᴳⁱᵛᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ⸴ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵃʸ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰᵘᵍᵍᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ; ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ‧ end finale

ᵀʰᵉ ᴬᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ʰⁱᵗ ᵇʸ ᵃ ʷᵃᵛᵉ ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ⸴ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʳᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ ᴸᵃʳʳʸ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˢʰᵒʷᵉᵈ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳⁿ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ‧‧‧" ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᴸᵃʳʳʸ ᵈⁱᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ˢᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵃᵗ ˢᵉᵃ‧ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ "ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ‧‧‧" ᴸᵃʳʳʸ ˢᵃⁱᵈ‧ "ᴵ'ˡˡ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ!" ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡʸ ʰᵉˡᵖ‧ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˢᶜᵃⁿⁿᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵃˡ ᵈᵃᵐᵃᵍᵉ ᵃˢ ˢᵃⁿᵈʸ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗᵉᵈ ʳᵉˢᵘˢᶜⁱᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ "ᴴⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍ ˢˡᵃᵐᵐᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ᵃ ʳᵒᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ‧‧‧" ᴳᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃⁿᵈᵃᵍᵉˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵉᵗ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃˢᵉ‧‧‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ˢʰᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ˢⁱᵍⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳʸ‧ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵒᵐᵇᵃʳᵈᵉᵈ ʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᵒᵛᵉʳʷʰᵉˡᵐᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᴴⁱ‧‧‧" ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ‧ "ᵂʰᵒ‧‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵉᵃˢʸ⸴ ᵖᵃˡ!" ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵈᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵉᵉ‧ "ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ʳᵉˢᵗ‧ ᴿᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ʰᵒᵐᵉ?" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ‧ "ʸᵃ ˡᵘᶜᵏʸ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵃ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶠʳᵃᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ˡᵉᵍ‧‧‧" ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ‧ ᵂᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵇʸᵉ ᵗᵒ ᴸᵃʳʳʸ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˡ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʰᵒᵐᵉˢ ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉˡʸ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˢᵉᵃᵗ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˡᵉᵗ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵐᵒᵉᵇᵃ ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ ˢᵗᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᴵˢ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿʸ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ?" ᴬˢᵏᵉᵈ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵉˢᵗ‧ "ᔆᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵐᵘˢᵗ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵒᶻᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ‧‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗ ˢᵗᵉʳᵗᵒʳˢ‧ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃʷ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵃʳᵐ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ⸴ ˡᵉᵍ ᵉˡᵉᵛᵃᵗᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃ ᵍⁱᶠᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵃ ᴷʳᵃᵇᵇʸ ᴾᵃᵗᵗʸ‧ "ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ⸴ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ‧‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁱᵗ? ᴮᵘᵗ ʰᵉ'ˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳⁱᵛᵃˡ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ‧‧‧" "ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ⸴ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵘˡᵃᵉ; ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉˢ ᵃ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗ‧" "ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ʷᵒᵏᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᵂʰᵃ‧‧‧" "ᴴᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒᵖ ᵘᵖ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉᵃᵗ‧ "ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵇᵘᵈ‧‧‧" "ᶜᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ⁱⁿ ʰᵃˡᶠ ˢᵒ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵃˡʸˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ‧‧‧" ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵃˡʸˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵗᵒ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵖⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ʰⁱˢ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉⁿᵈ‧ "ᴴᵉʸ⸴ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ‧‧‧" "ᴴᵒʷ ʸᵃ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ?" "ᴵ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳ ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᶜᵉ ⁱⁿᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗᵉˡʸ‧ ᵂʰⁱˡˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃˡ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ‧‧‧" "ᵂᵉˡˡ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵘⁿ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ʷᵃˡᵏ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵖˡᵃʸ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵃⁱʳ⸴ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ‧‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ⁱᵗ?" "ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ! ᔆᵒ⸴ ᵃʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ?" "ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍˡᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵘᵗᵘᵃˡ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵇʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᶜᵃˡˡ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᵖʳᵒᵖᵉʳˡʸ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ⸴ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ‧‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˢᵃʷ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ˢⁱᵍʰ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ᵖᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˢᵗᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ‧

ᴸᵉᵍ ᵘᵖ pt. 2 ⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍ ᶠʳᵘˢᵗʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃⁿʸ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʷⁱᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃʷᵃʸ‧ ᔆᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ ᵇᵒᵇ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ˢᵒ ⁱⁿᶠᵉʳⁱᵒʳ‧ "ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ⸴ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍ ᵐᵘˢᵗ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴵ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵘˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ; ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢⁱᵗ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ‽ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵘˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ‧‧‧" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ'ˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ˢʰᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵗᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵉᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ˢⁱⁿᵏ ⁱⁿ‧ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵘᵖˢᵗᵃⁱʳˢ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵘᵖˢᵉᵗ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵍ‧ ᵀʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ⸴ ʰᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵇᵘᶜᵏˡⁱⁿᵍ‧ "ᴸᵉᵐᵐᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˢᵃᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏᶠᵘˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵘᵖˢᵉᵗ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᴵ ᵗᵒᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ; ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵒᵇᵛⁱᵒᵘˢˡʸ ˢᵗʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʸᵉˡˡ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉˡʸ ᵘⁿᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ! ᴮᵉˢⁱᵈᵉˢ⸴ ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵉᵃʳ ᵘᵖ‧ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿˢᵗᵃⁱʳˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ‧ "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ⸴ ʷʰʸ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿⁿᵉᶜᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ?" "ᴮᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵈᵒ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᴬˡˡ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵃᵇᵇʸ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ & ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵉˡˢᵉ!" ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵘᵖˢᵗᵃⁱʳˢ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵍᵃˢᵖᵉᵈ⸴ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ‧ "ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ᵃˢ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵗᵒ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˡᵉᶠᵗ‧ ᵁˢⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃʳᵐ ˢᵗʳᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵐᵘˢᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈʳᵃᵍˢ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᶠᵘˡˡʸ ˢˡᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵃᵛᵉˢᵈʳᵒᵖ‧ "ᴺᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠʳᵃᵗᵉʳⁿⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿ ᵉⁿᵉᵐʸ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵈᵒ‧‧‧" "ᶠʳᵃᵗᵉʳⁿⁱˢᵉ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵉᵐʸ‽ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ⸴ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ!" "ᴴᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ʰᵘʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ʰⁱˢ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ‧‧‧" "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ⸴ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ; ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ⸴ ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷᵃˢ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ‧ To be cont. Pt. 3

ᶠᵒʳ ᴴᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʳᵘᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ ╰ ✧ ･ﾟ∙ ∗ — ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⟨ 3 4 2 ⟩ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵃ ᵗʰᵘᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ‧ "ᴼʷ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ?" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒʷ ᶜʳᵃᵈˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁿᵉᵉ ᵃˢ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳᵉᵈ‧ "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ‧‧" "ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢˡⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵒᵗʸᵖᵉ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵒⁿ ᵐ‧‧‧" "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵍ‧" ᴰᵒⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᵖᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵈᵉ‧ "ᴼᵘᶜʰ‧" "ᔆᵒʳʳʸ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗⁱᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵃⁿᵈᵃᵍᵉ ⁱᵗ‧" ᵀʰᵉⁱʳ ᵖᵉᵗ ᵃᵐᵒᵉᵇᵃ ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᶜᵃˢᵗ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃˡˡ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ˡᵒⁿᵍ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ‧" ᔆʰᵉ ᵗᵘᶜᵏᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵉˡᵉᵛᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵖⁱˡˡᵒʷ‧ "ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵃⁿᵈʸ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃⁿᶜᵉˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵖᵒⁿᵉ‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵃˢ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ˢᵖʳᵃʷˡᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵇʸ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ᵍⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉˡˡʸ ʳᵘᵇˢ ᵗᵒ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵉˣᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿ ʷʰʸ ᵍᵃˡ ᵖᵃˡˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᶜᶜᵘʳʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧ "ᴴᵉʸ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗˢ ʰᵒʷ ⁱˢ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁱⁿᵗᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖˢ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ; ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧" "ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ⸴ ᵇⁱᵍ ᵍᵘʸ‧ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˡᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ʳᵉˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵈʳⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ 'ᵉᵐ ᵇᵉ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁱⁿᵗᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷᵒʳⁿ ᵒᶠᶠ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉ ʷᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵘᵖ‧ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ˢᑫᵘⁱʳʳᵉˡ ᵃʳʳⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ‧ "ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵐʸ‧‧‧" "ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ˢᵒ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ‧ ᴴᵉ'ˢ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵒʷ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʰⁱᵐ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵇʸ‧‧" ᴹˢ‧ ᴾᵘᶠᶠ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᴷʳᵃᵇ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈʳᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ‧ ᴬˡˢᵒ ᴹˢ‧ ᴾᵘᶠᶠ'ˢ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵍᵉᵗ ʷᵉˡˡ ᶜᵃʳᵈ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᴴᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵃⁱᵈ 'ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ' ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵗᵒ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ʰᵘᵈᵈˡᵉᵈ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˢˡᵉᵖᵗ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃˢ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒᵏᵉ‧ "ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧"

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＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 18 "What are you guys doing here?" he asked, his voice still gruff but with a hint of confusion. Sponge Bob smiled, his thumb still tracing the edge of Plankton's cast. "We just wanted to make sure you're okay," he said. Plankton's antennae twitched. "I'm fine," he said, his tone gruff. Karen stood up, her movements smooth and efficient. "Why don't we get you into your chair?" she suggested, picking up his crutches. Plankton nodded, his movements slow and deliberate as he carefully swung his casted leg over the side of the couch. With a grunt, he hoisted himself up, balancing on his good leg. Patrick watched, his eyes wide with interest. "Look at him go," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "It's like he's learning to walk all over again like a wittle baby." Plankton shot Patrick a glare, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I'm not a baby!" he snapped, his voice echoing in the quiet living room. "Patrick, that's not helping," Hanna whispered, trying not to laugh. Sponge Bob's expression was one of shock. "Patrick, that's not nice," he admonished gently. Patrick scrunched his face up in confusion. "But he looks like one," he said, his voice innocent. Plankton huffed. "No, I'm not!" But Patrick's on a roll. "You know what else babies have?" he said, his voice rising. "Naps!" Plankton's face grew redder, his antennae twitching with anger. "Patrick," Hanna warned, but Patrick was on a roll. "Hey, Plankie, you need help while you're all broken. Wa-a-agh, wa-a-agh!" The room fell silent. Plankton stared at Patrick, his single eye twitching. "That's it," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I guess I'll just have to take naps like a baby now." Hanna could see the hurt in his eye. With a quick motion, Plankton set down his crutches and stood up, hopping on one foot. Without another word, he turned and limped away, his casted leg thumping against the floor with each step as he headed towards his bedroom. The group watched, stunned, as he closed the door behind him with a slam. Hanna's laughter died in her throat, replaced by a look of horror. "Oh no," she whispered. Karen sighed, setting down the magazines. "I'll go talk to him," she said firmly. But before she could move, they heard sobs from behind the door. Her heart aching, she knocked softly. "Plankton, are you okay?" The sobs grew louder, and she exchanged worried glances with Sponge Bob and Patrick, who looked equally mortified. "I'll go," Sponge Bob volunteered, standing up. He approached the door, his steps tentative. "Plankton, buddy, it's me," he said gently. "Can I come in?" The sobbing subsided for a moment before Plankton's voice, muffled by the door, replied, "I don't want to see any of you right now." The words hit Hanna like a brick, her chest tightening with sadness. Sponge Bob looked back at them, his expression pained. He shrugged helplessly before sitting back down. Patrick's face fell. "I didn't mean to make him cry," he said, his voice small. Hanna nodded, her eyes still on the closed door. "We know you didn't, Patrick," she said, trying to comfort him. "But sometimes words can hurt, even if we don't mean them to." Sponge Bob placed a hand on Patrick's shoulder. "We'll apologize later," he said firmly. "But right now, let's just give him some space." They both left, the only sound being Plankton's muted sobs. Karen stood, her heart heavy with disappointment at his pain. She moved to the door, wanting to comfort Plankton but respecting his request for solitude. Her hand hovered above the knob, unsure of what to do. Through the crack in the door, she could see Plankton's form hunched over his bed, his tiny fists clenched. His sobs grew quieter, his breaths coming in shuddering gasps. Karen's chest tightened, watching his vulnerability. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open, moving slowly towards the bed. "Plankton," she said softly, her voice soothing. He looked up, his eye red and swollen. "I just want to check on you," she said, her tone gentle. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but I'm here." He nodded, his antennae drooping. Karen sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb his cast. "You've been through a lot," she said, her voice soft. "It's okay to feel upset." Plankton's chest heaved, his sobs growing softer. "But you know, tomorrow we have that appointment with the doctor," Karen reminded him gently. "They'll check how your leg's doing, make sure everything's on track. And Hanna is coming along, as her home is still under repair." Plankton sniffled, his eye still wet. "Yeah, I know," he mumbled, his voice small. Karen smiled gently. "But you don't have to push yourself too hard. You're still healing." The next morning, Karen gets out of bed early, the sun not yet fully risen outside. She can hear Plankton's snores as she sneaks past his bed. Hanna stirs in the guest room, waking up. "How's he doing?" she asks, coming into their room. "Asleep," Karen whispers. "Let's get ready for his appointment." Hanna nods. "What time is it?" "Five thirty," Karen says, glancing at her clock. "We have to leave in a moment." Plankton's snores grow softer. Hanna looks at Karen, who's gathering his crutches. "Should we wake him?" Karen nods. "We have to. The doctor wanted us there early to check the cast." They tiptoe over to Plankton's bedside. Karen places a hand on his shoulder. "Plankton, sweetie," she says gently. "Time to wake up." His snores stop abruptly, and his single eye snaps open. "What's going on?" he croaks, his voice rough from sleep. Hanna smiles tentatively. "We have an appointment with the doctor," Karen reminds him, helping him sit up. "We need to get going." Plankton groans, his casted leg thumping against the bedframe. "Okay, okay," he says, rubbing his eye. Karen loaded his wheelchair into the back as Plankton used his crutches to get in the car. The drive was quiet, each of them lost in their thoughts. Plankton was nervous about the doctor's visit, his leg throbbing with each bump in the road. Hanna sat beside him. When they arrived at the hospital, the waiting room was deserted except for the receptionist, who gave them a knowing smile. "Mr. Plankton," she said, her voice cheerful. "Right this way." Plankton grimaced as he wheeled himself in. The doctor, a stern-looking crab, took one look at his cast and said, "Ah, yes. Your appointment. Let's have a look." Setting up the x-ray, the doctor turns to Plankton, his expression professional. "You've got quite the cast," he says, eyeing it curiously. Plankton nods, gritting his teeth as he lifts his leg up onto the examination table. Karen's hand rests on his shoulder, offering silent support. The doctor taps the cast. "How's the pain?" Plankton's antennae twitch. "Better," he says, his voice strained. Karen squeezes his shoulder. Hanna, seated beside Karen, holds her hand.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 15 After a moment, Hanna reaches over, placing a handful of puzzle pieces within his reach. "Here, let's make it fair," she says, smiling at him. He nods. But as Plankton picks up a piece she jumps in, snatching a piece from his hand before he can. "I ca--" He cuts her off. "Oh, boo hoo! You know what? Why don't you just do the whole thing yourself?" He grabs his puzzle pieces and throws them at her, his eye flashing as he gets his crutches and leaves the room. The door slams shut. "I'm sorry," Hanna whimpers, her eyes filling with tears again. Karen sighs, picking up the scattered puzzle pieces. "Give him some space," she says, placing a hand on Hanna's shoulder. "He's just overwhelmed." Hanna nods, wiping at her eyes. "I know," she says, her voice small. "But I just wanted to help." In the bedroom, Karen enters, the door opening slowly. "You okay?" she asks him, her voice soft. Plankton's antennae twitch with anger. "I'm fine," he says, his voice clipped. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, his cast reflecting the dim light. Karen sits down beside him, her hand resting on his back. "You know, Hanna means well," she says. Plankton turns to face her, his eye blazing. "I don't care if she does!" he cries. "I just want her to leave me alone!" His antennae wave in frustration, visibly upset. Karen sighs. "You know she's only trying to help," she says gently. "But I understand you're feeling overwhelmed. It's hard to accept help, especially when you're used to being so independent." Plankton looks away, his antennae still trembling. "I don't need her-" Karen cuts him off. "Would you like me to get your meds?" Plankton nods stiffly. "Yeah," he mutters. Karen stands, her eyes filled with understanding. "I'll be right back." The door clicks closed behind her, leaving Plankton alone with his thoughts. He rubbed his cast. Meanwhile, Hanna notices Karen opening the cabinet with the medical supplies. Her curiosity piqued, she can't help but peek over, watching as Karen carefully selects a bottle. "What's that?" she asks softly. Karen looks up, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's for Plankton's pain," she says, holding up the bottle. "It's a prescription painkiller," Karen explains. "It can help him manage his leg pain, but it makes him a bit drowsy." Hanna nods, taking in the information. "Can I do anything?" she asks, her voice hopeful. Karen thinks for a moment. "You can get water for him." Hanna nods as she fills a glass. In the bedroom, Karen returns with the medication and Hanna with the water. They find Plankton still sitting on the edge of the bed. "Here you go," Karen says, handing him the pills as Hanna watches with a tentative smile, handing Karen the water. Plankton takes the medication, his expression tight. He downs it with the water, his throat working. "Thanks," he says gruffly to Karen. Hanna notices his wheelchair that's been parked next to the bed before looking at Plankton again, trying to smile at him. "You don't have to stare," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I-I-I-I…" Hanna protests, her eyes quickly darting around, but unable to avert her gaze. Plankton's antennae twitch in annoyance. "What do you want?" he snaps. "I just-I just thought you might need some company," Hanna stammers, her hands fidgeting nervously. "I don't need anything," he says, his voice cold. "Especially not from you." Hanna's smile falters, and she takes a step back. "I-I just want to be here for you," she says, her voice shaking. Plankton scowls. He can feel his temper rising, his tiny fists clenching. "What part of 'leave me alone' don't you understand?" he spits. "I don't need your pity." Hanna's eyes widen, and she swallows hard. "It's not pity," she says quickly. "I just...I care about you. And I underst--" But Plankton isn't listening. "You don't understand anything," he says, his voice getting louder. "You're just a know-it-all!" Plankton turns away, his antennae quivering. "I don't want you here," he says firmly. "Just go." Hanna falters. "But please, Plankto-" He swings back around, his eye blazing. "I don't want your friendship," he says harshly. "Not now, not ever. Do you hear me? We're not friends, and we never will be." Hanna's face falls, and she takes a step back. Tears spill down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean to—" "Just go!" Plankton yells, his antennae waving erratically. "Get OU-" But Karen interrupts him sharply, standing between them. "That's enough," she says firmly. Her voice is calm, but the authority is clear. Hanna's eyes are wide with shock and pain, and Plankton looks at her before turning his gaze to Karen, his eye now welling up with tears. Karen sighs, picking up his hand. "I think we all just need some time," she says, squeezing it gently. Plankton nods, his antennae still quivering. "Why can't she just understand?" he whimpers. Karen sits beside him, her expression softening. "She's trying," she says. "We all are." Hanna, standing in the doorway, wipes her tears away. Karen turns to her. "Hanna, can you please give us a moment?" she asks. Hanna nods, her eyes red but her face composed. She backs away, closing the door quietly. Karen turns to Plankton, her face filled with compassion. "You're going through a lot right now," she says gently. "And it's okay." He sniffles, his antennae drooping. The medication starts to kick in, his eyelid drooping slightly. "But I don't feel brave," he says. "You are," she insists. "Now, try and get some rest. It's getting late." With a nod, Plankton lies back, his cast sticking out awkwardly. Karen adjusts the pillows around his leg, her hands gentle. Outside the bedroom, she finds Hanna sitting on the couch, her face a mask of hurt. "Hanna," Karen begins gently, sitting beside her. "I know you're trying to help, but Plankton's just not ready to accept it yet." Hanna nods, sniffing. "But I just want to make things better," she whispers. Karen smiles, squeezing her hand. "And you will," she says firmly. "But right now, he needs his space. It's not about you," she reassures Hanna. "It's about his fear of being vulnerable." Hanna nods. "I get it," she says, though her voice is still shaky. "But what can I do without smothering him?" Karen thinks for a moment. "Why don't we all get a good night sleep?"

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 17 When Karen returns, she hands him the pill and a glass of water. Plankton takes them without a word, swallows hard, and sets the glass down. The medication doesn't kick in right away, but his expression eases slightly. Hanna watches from the corner of her eye. Plankton shifts, his cast knocking against her side. Hanna moves back slightly. "What do you wanna watch?" she asks, trying to fill the void. He shrugs. "How about we find something we can all enjoy?" Karen suggests, settling on a movie with a mix of action and humor. They watch in silence, the tension in the room slowly dissipating. As the movie plays, Plankton's eyelid starts to droop, the medication finally taking hold. Without realizing it, his head slowly slumps to the side, until it's resting on Hanna's shoulder. Hanna freezes. Her heart thumps in her chest. This is a moment she never expected. She glances at Karen, whose expression is a mix of amusement and sympathy. Karen nods slightly, and Hanna understands the silent message: let him be. The movie plays on, the sound of explosions and laughter filling the room. But all Hanna can focus on is the warmth of Plankton's head on her shoulder. His breathing steadies into a soft snore, and she can't help but smile. Her arm is pinned awkwardly, but she doesn't dare move. Instead, she adjusts her position slightly, trying to find comfort without disturbing him. Karen notices, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, and she whispers, "Let him sleep. He needs it." Plankton's head remained nestled on Hanna's shoulder, his antennae twitching slightly with each snore. Hanna felt a warmth spread through her, despite the awkwardness. She looked over at him, his face relaxed in sleep. Plankton's snores were deep and even, his body completely relaxed against Hanna, his mouth agape. Karen chuckled quietly. "Looks like he's out for the count," she whispered. Hanna nodded, her smile widening. She didn't move an inch, afraid of waking him. They watched the movie in silence, the comfort of Plankton's weight on her shoulder growing familiar. Karen put a finger to her lips, shushing her. As the credits started to roll, Hanna glanced at Plankton again as she reached for the remote, hitting the off button to avoid waking him. Karen chuckled, seeing Hanna's concern. "I think he's out cold," she whispered. Hanna swallowed a laugh, her eyes twinkling. Karen stood. "Let's get him comfortable," she whispered. Together, they managed to lift his casted leg and place it on the ottoman. Hanna carefully shifted his head to a pillow, his snores barely changing pitch. Plankton moved slightly, his snores grew little louder as his head found the cushion. Hanna couldn't resist a soft giggle, which caused Plankton to shuffle slightly but not wake. Karen shot her a look that clearly said 'not another sound'. They both settled in, exhaustion from the long night still lingering. The living room was bathed in the soft glow of morning light, the curtains filtering the brightness. Plankton's chest moved up and down in a steady rhythm, his snores fading as he moved deeper into sleep. Hanna couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for her earlier actions. But as she watched his peaceful expression, she knew she had to make amends. Karen nudged her. "Why don't you sit with him for a bit?" she suggested. Hanna nodded, swapping places with Karen. She sat carefully, making sure not to disturb his sleep. His breathing was even, and she could see the exhaustion etched on his face. She studied his features, feeling a surge of compassion. Plankton wasn't just a nemesis or a challenge; he was someone in pain, someone who needed support. Hanna vowed to be more considerate, more sensitive to his feelings. Her eyes drifted to his cast, the stark white a contrast to the soft pillow. It was a stark reminder of his vulnerability. Hanna's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. She turned to see SpongeBob peeking his head inside. He saw Plankton sleeping and his expression changed to one of concern. "How's he doing?" he asked in a low voice. Karen smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest. "He's okay," she whispered. "Just sleeping." Sponge Bob padded over to the couch, his eyes on Plankton. "Can I sit?" he asked Hanna, his eyes hopeful. She nodded, scooting over to make room. The three of them sat in quiet companionship, each lost in their own thoughts. Sponge Bob reached out a hand, his eyes never leaving Plankton's face, and placed it gently on his cast, his thumb tracing the edge of Plankton's cast. Plankton stirred, his snores becoming softer. Sponge Bob's expression was one of pure empathy, his eyes reflecting the concern he felt for his friend. Hanna watched, touched by the genuine care. The silence was broken by another knock on the door. This time it was Patrick, his face scrunched in confusion. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice low. Karen whispered, "Plankton's sleeping." Patrick's eyes widened, and he looked at the crutches propped against the wall. "Oh," he said, his voice hushed. He sat down on the floor, his gaze following theirs to Plankton. "How'd he get the big white stick on his leg?" Patrick whispered. Hanna and Karen shared a look, then Hanna explained, "It's a cast, Pat. He broke his leg and the doctors put it on to help him heal, remember?" Patrick nodded slowly, his eyes still wide. "Oh, right. But why's he sleeping?" "He's taking a nap," Karen said gently. "The medicine makes him tired." Patrick nodded, his eyes still on Plankton. "Can I see?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. Hanna and Karen shared a look, then nodded in unison. "Just be careful," Karen whispered. Patrick crawled closer, his body moving with the grace of a bull in a china shop, despite his intention to be gentle. He studied Plankton's cast with intense interest, his finger poised just above it. "What happens if I to-" Hanna's hand snapped out, stopping him. "Don't touch it," she whispered firmly. Patrick's eyes widened in surprise. "But I just wanted to-" "Patrick," Karen interrupted, her tone gentle but firm. "Plankton's leg is very sore. We have to be careful." He nodded, his face a picture of understanding. "Oh," he said, sitting back on his heels. "Is it gonna fall off?" Hanna and Karen shared a look, their expressions a mix of amusement and concern. "No, Patrick," Hanna said, keeping her voice low. "The cast will stay on until his leg is all better." Patrick nodded slowly, his eyes still glued to Plankton's cast. "Can I tell him I'm sorry?" he asked. Hanna looked at Karen, who nodded. "Yes, you can," she said. "But you'll have to wait until he wakes up." Patrick leaned in, his face just inches from Plankton's as he whispered, "Hey, Plankton. You okay?" Plankton's snores continued unabated. "I think he's comfortable," Hanna said, keeping her voice low. "Let's not wake him." Patrick nodded, his curiosity now focused on the cast. He reached out his hand and tapped it lightly. The sudden contact made Plankton flinch, his eye shooting open. "Whaa-" He took in his surroundings quickly, his eye widening when he saw Hanna, Karen, and Sponge Bob sitting around him. "What's going on!" he croaked, his voice groggy from sleep and pain medication. "You were sleeping," Karen explained, her voice soft. Plankton blinked, his mind fuzzy. "Is the movie over?" "Yes," Hanna said, smiling gently. "You fell asleep, on my sh- I mean, you fell asleep during it." Plankton's gaze shifted to Hanna, his expression uncertain.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 22 Hanna emerged from the guest room, her eyes red from crying. She saw Plankton asleep on the couch and felt a pang of sadness. Her steps were quiet as she approached, not wanting to disturb him. Carefully, she reached over and adjusted the pillow under his cast, trying to make him as comfortable as possible without waking him. His snores grew quieter, his body sinking into the cushions. "Let him rest," Karen whispered as she smiled at Hanna's gesture. When Plankton next wakes up from his nap he got his crutches and maneuvered himself down the hall. He heard some laughter from the guest room, and decided to eavesdrop, his antennae twitching as he listened. "He's so stubborn," Karen chuckled. "But that's one of the many things I love about him." Hanna giggled. "You have to admit, though, his post-surgery ramblings were pretty entertaining." Plankton felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, his ego bruised. He had forgotten about the possible loopy influence of the anesthesia. He listened closer, peering through the slightly open door. "He thought the lamp was a jellyfish! I've never seen him so out of it," Karen says. Plankton's eye narrowed then Hanna spoke again. "And the way he talked about his 'leg stand' like it was a lost artifact!" Hanna laughs, her voice light and carefree. "But the car ride home... I can't believe he said 'Hanna you look okay today but don't tell my wife Karen' I just..." Plankton's face burns with embarrassment as he hears them recount his delirious moments. He shifts his weight on his crutches, trying to decide whether to confront them or retreat back to the living room. He didn't recall any of it. "And the snoring!" Hanna mimics his snores, her voice nasally and loud, causing Karen to burst into laughter. "Oh I'm not tired!" She mimics as she once again makes snorish sounds and snorts as Karen tried not to laugh. "And with his mouth all... open; never seen anything so pathetic.." Hanna says, when Plankton backed up with his crutches his one eye glistening with unshed tears with a squeaky inhale, alerting both of them. They both froze, Hanna's hand covering her mouth. Plankton stood there for a moment, his face red and his heart racing before simply shaking his head. Without a word, he went into his own room, slamming the door. The silence that fell was deafening, and Karen's laughter quickly turned into a worried frown. She hurried after him, her eyes darting to their bedroom door, where Plankton had slammed it. "Plankton, wait," she called out, her voice gentle but firm. She knew he was upset, but she had to talk to him. Hanna's laughter faded away, her eyes wide with shock. "I-I didn't mean to upset him," she stuttered, her voice filled with remorse. "It was just our joke, I didn't think..." Karen placed a reassuring hand on Hanna's shoulder. "It's okay, Hanna. He's just sensitive right now. Let me talk to him." With a nod, Hanna stepped aside, allowing Karen to pass. Karen knocked gently on the closed door, her heart beating fast. "Plankton, can we talk?" she called, her tone soothing. The room remained silent for a few moments, then the door slowly creeaked open. Plankton was sitting on the edge of their bed, his crutches propped against the nightstand. His eye was red and puffy, and he looked up at her with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "I'm sorry," Karen began, sitting down next to him. "I know you're upset." "How could you let her laugh at me?" Plankton snapped, his voice shaking. "After everything I've been through?" Karen took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "It's not like that, sweetie," she soothed, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We weren't laughing at you, we were laughing with each other about the silly things you said when you were out of it." "Karen, that's laughing at me!" Plankton's voice was tight with pain, and not just from his leg. The thought that they had been mocking him was too much. He had always been the butt of everyone's joke, and now, when he was at his most vulnerable, it felt like his own wife and friends were joining in. Karen sighed, moving closer to him. "Plankton, you know we'd never do that. We care about you to much. We were just trying to find some humor in a difficult situation." He looked away, his antennae drooping. "I know, I know," he murmured. "It's just that... I don't like being seen as weak." Karen nodded, understanding. "I get that. But you're not weak for needing help. You're strong for admitting when you do. And we're here for you, no matter what." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're still the same Plankton to us." Hanna hovered outside the doorway, listening intently. Her heart felt heavy with regret. She hadn't meant to hurt his feelings. It had been a misstep, a poor attempt to find lightness in the heavy situation. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open a crack. "Plankton," she called softly. "Ca--" "I don't want to talk to you right now," Plankton said, his voice tight. Hanna's face fell, the rejection stinging. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I really didn't mean to upset you. I was just trying to make li—" "You're always trying," Plankton snapped, cutting her off. "I can't even stand up without these crutches," he said, tearing up. "And you're in there, laughing about it?!" "Plankton, please," Hanna pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears. "We weren't laughing at you. We were just... trying to make the best of a bad situation. You know that." But Plankton was too hurt to hear reason. His pride was bruised, and the idea that his vulnerability was a source of amusement for others was unbearable. "I don't want you here," he said, his voice shaking. "I can't stand the sight of you." Hanna's heart shattered at his words. She had only wanted to help, to make him feel better, but instead, she had managed to wound him deeper. She took a step back, her cheeks flushing with shame. "I'm sor—" But Plankton interrupted again. "I said I don't want to talk," he said through gritted teeth. "Just... just leave me alone." With that, he swung his legs off the bed, grabbing his crutches. The pain shot through his leg like a lightning bolt, but he ignored it, determined to stand. Hanna took another step back, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. Karen squeezed her hand, giving her a comforting look. "Give him some space, Hanna," she whispered. "He'll calm down." Hanna nodded, her throat tight with unspoken apologies. As Plankton stood, Karen quickly helped adjust his crutches, her expression a mix of concern and pity. "Let's go to the living room," she suggested, guiding him carefully. Plankton hobbled along. Once they were settled again, the tension in the room was palpable. Hanna hovered in the doorway, uncertain of how to apologize or make things right. Her eyes met Plankton's, his normally sharp gaze clouded by pain and hurt. "I'm sorry," she managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper. He didn't acknowledge her. Instead, he turned his attention to Karen as they sat on the couch. "What's the plan for today?" he asked, his voice still gruff but trying to sound normal. Karen looked at him for a moment, weighing her words before answering. "Well, you need to stay off that leg as much as possible. So maybe just some rest, and I'll get you set up with a nice little area right here." Hanna stood silently in the corner, her arms folded across her chest. Plankton's words from earlier still stung, and she was unsure if she should offer to help or give him the space he had demanded. She noticed the way his antennae twitched every time he shifted his weight on the crutches, the pain clearly visible on his face.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 4 After a while, Plankton's snores begin to quiet, and he stirs. Karen is by his side, her hand on his shoulder as his eye opens. "Hey," she whispers. He groans in his wheelchair. "How are you feeling?" she asks, her voice filled with concern. "Tired," he admits, his eye still half-closed. "But I'm okay." Sandy comes back into the living room, drying her hands. "You know, Karen," she says, "I can take the first shift. Why don't you get some sleep too?" Karen nods gratefully, exhaustion etched into every line of her face. "Thank you, Sandy. I really could use some rest." Sandy takes her place by Plankton's side. "I've got it from here. Call if you need anything." Karen smiles and heads to the guest room, her footsteps heavy with fatigue. Plankton shifts in his wheelchair, his cast cumbersome. The pain has receded into a dull throb, the medication doing its job. "How long have I been out?" he asks, his voice slurred with sleep. "A few," Sandy replies, her voice gentle. "You needed it." He nods slowly, his antennae drooping. "What time is it?" Sandy glances at the clock on the wall. "Almost noon," she says. "The doctor said you'd be sleepy for a day or two, so we figured we'd let you rest." Plankton's eye opens wider at that, his usual determination flaring. "Noon?" Sandy nods. "You've had a long night. And we've got lots of movies to watch, and books, if you're up for it." Plankton manages a nod. "So, tell me about this...this tibiofibular thing," Sandy asks, curiosity piqued. "What did they do?" He shrugs, his eye half-closed. "I don't know, exactly. Something with a special ossifying glue, I think." Sandy leans forward, her eyes wide. "Ossifying glue? That sounds intense." Plankton nods. "They had to repair the break. So, it's like... a super glue for bones." His hand hovers over the cast, feeling awkward. "It's supposed to hold it all together until it heals. It's naturally osteogenic and dissolves with time and healing on it's own. Six weeks in the cast, minimum." Sandy's face scrunches up in sympathy. "Six weeks? That's a long time." Plankton nods again, his head lolling slightly. Sandy can see the exhaustion settling back in. "I'll be back to normal eventually.." "Do you remember anything from the surgery?" she asks, hoping to keep his mind engaged. Plankton shakes his head, his antennae flopping. "Nope. Just woke up with this thing on," he says quickly, gesturing to the cast. Sandy nods, trying to think of something to say. "They have to put a rod in, right?" she asks. "No, no rod," he says, his voice thick with frustration. He feels a bit embarrassed with the conversation. "They used the fancy glue to hold everything together. No pins.." Sandy nods, her eyes wide with interest. "That's so cool. What's it like? Surgery, I mean. Like, did you see anything?" Plankton's antennae twitch. "Not really. It's all a blur. Just remember waking up with this," he says, gesturing to the cast encasing his leg. "Wait," Sandy asks. "You mean you weren't awake for any of it?" Plankton shrugs, but Sandy's not quite finished, ignoring his clear desire to move on from the topic. Her eyes are wide with wonder. "But what about dreams?" Sandy asks. "Did you have any drea------" He cuts her off sharply, his antennae twitching. "No, I didn't. I don't remember a thing." But Sandy's curiosity isn't deterred. "What was it like when you wo-" Plankton's eye opens, his gaze intense. "Look, I don't know what you want me to say." His voice has an edge of irritation. "And so I don't have to explain it again, it's a serious surgery. They had to repair the break in my leg with a special glue that makes the bones stick together, Sandy. So JUST. LET. IT. GO." Sandy's cheeks flush slightly at his tone. "I'm just trying to understand, Plankton. I didn't mean t---" But he waves her off, his frustration clear. "I know. But I don't want to talk about it. Okay?" Plankton's voice is tight. Sandy nods quickly, apologizing. "Of course. I'll...I'll just get you some water." She stands up, leaving Plankton to his thoughts, as Karen comes back. Karen watches her friend disappear into the kitchen, a worried look crossing her face. "Everything okay?" she asks, her voice low. "I think I might have pushed a bit too hard," Sandy admits, setting the water down within reach. "I didn't mean to, I just wanna underst--" Plankton cuts her off, his frustration growing. "I SAID, I don't remember," he snaps. Karen's eyes widen at his harsh tone. Sandy nods. "I'm sor-" But Plankton isn't ready to let it go. "That's IT." His voice is tight, his antennae quivering with annoyance. "It's not your business SANDY!" Karen steps in quickly, her voice calm. "It's okay, Plankton. Sandy didn't mean to upset you." Sandy's eyes are filled with remorse. "I'm really sorry. I didn't kno—" But Plankton's not having it. "I don't care," he snaps. "Just... just STOP, and leave me alone!" His antennae quiver with agitation, his eye flashing with irritation. Karen's heart squeezes at the pain she sees in his gaze. Sandy's eyes fill with tears at his harshness, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, turning to leave the room. Karen quickly moves to block her. "No, no," Karen says firmly. "You didn't do anything wrong. Plankton, hon, we're just trying to be here for you." But Plankton's mood has shifted in agitation aimed at Sandy's curiosity. "Why do you keep asking?" he says, his voice tight. "I don't know what you expect me to say!" His antennae twitch with annoyance. Sandy's cheeks flush. "I just... I'm sorry," she stammers, backpedaling. "I'm just curious, I didn't mean to make you uncomf-" "Well, it's none of your business!" Plankton's voice is sharp, his antennae standing on end. Karen sighs, feeling the tension in the room. She knows Plankton's mood can swing with his pain levels, yet she doesn't want Sandy to feel unwelcome. Sandy's eyes water, hurt by his words. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to help," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. Karen steps closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Why do you keep asking!" Plankton's question lingers in the air, his antennae still quivering. Sandy swallows hard. "It's just..." Karen steps in, her voice soft. "It's okay, Sandy. Let's just give him some space." She nods towards the kitchen, and Sandy follows her. Once out of earshot, Sandy's eyes fill with tears. "I didn't mean to upset him," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. Karen squeezes her hand. "It's not you. He's just in a lot of pain." She sighs. "And he's always been a bit...private about things. He's just not used to being vulnerable." Sandy nods, her gaze falling to the floor. "I know, but I just wanted to understand." Karen gives her a comforting smile. "We all do. But he's got to deal with this in his own way."

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 5 In the living room, Plankton sits in his wheelchair, his leg sticking out, the cast still a stark white. His face is a mask of pain, his eye squinted. He takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his frustration as Sandy and Karen reenter. Sandy's eyes are red, but she smiles weakly at him. "I brought you some water," she says, her voice small. Plankton's antennae droop, his anger at Sandy still lurking. Karen notices the tension immediately. "Why don't you tell us about the surgery?" she suggests, trying to ease the atmosphere. Plankton looks up, his eye narrowed. "What's to tell?" he snaps. Karen sits beside him, her hand on his shoulder. "Anything you remember might help us understand." Sandy nods, her voice gentle. "We're just worried about you, Plank..." But Plankton's had enough. "Sandy, I don't need your pity!" he snaps. The room goes still, the tension thick. Karen's heart breaks for her friend, and she can see the hurt in Sandy's eyes. But she knows this isn't about pity; it's about fear and frustration, about being confined and unable to do the things he loves. Sandy takes a deep breath, wiping at her eyes. "I'm not just curious," she says, finding her voice. "I care about you. Both of you. And I want to he-" But Plankton's had enough. "I don't need your help!" he snaps, the frustration boiling over. Karen's eyes widen at his outburst. Sandy flinches. Karen's voice is calm but firm. "Plankton, she's just trying to help." Sandy nods, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. "I'm her-" "I KNOW!" Plankton cuts her off, his voice harsh. The room is silent, the air thick with Plankton's frustration. Karen can see the pain in Sandy's eyes, but she knows this is about his pride, about not wanting to be seen as weak. "Look," Sandy starts again, her voice softer this time. "I know yo-" Plankton's antennae twitch with aggravation. "I said I don't need your help!" he snaps, his voice echoing off the walls. Karen's eyes fill with concern as she watches her friend shrink back, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Sandy opens her mouth to protest, but Karen shakes her head almost imperceptibly. She knows Plankton's temper, knows that right now, he's in pain and not in the mood for talk. "Okay," Sandy says, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll just...go." She turns to leave, but Karen's hand on her arm stops her. "Let me talk to you," Karen says gently. Sandy nods, wiping at her eyes. In the kitchen, Karen explains. "He's just...he's not used to being so dependent. He's always been the one in charge, the one taking care of things. I can tell when Plankton's in pain, even when he doesn't say anything. He's stubborn, but he's also scared. But I also know he just needs a moment, when he gets like this. It's not you, Sandy. It's just...his way." Sandy nods, her eyes still on the floor. "I get it. It's just...I want to help." Karen squeezes her hand. "And you are. You being here means the world to me. But right now, he needs some space." Sandy nods, wiping at her cheeks. "Okay." They return to the living room, where Plankton sits silently. "Hey," Karen says softly, sitting down beside him. Sandy sits on the edge of the couch, her hands in her lap. "I know this is tough," Karen says, her voice gentle. "But we're here for you." Plankton nods, his antennae still quivering slightly. Sandy's eyes are full of regret, but she doesn't speak, giving Plankton space. Plankton shifts in his chair, his cast making it difficult to get comfortable. Sandy clears her throat. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Her voice is tentative, hopeful. Karen looks at her gratefully. "Why don't you help me get his leg elevated?" Karen suggests. "It might make it more comfortable for him." Sandy nods, eager to do anything to help. Together, they manage to get a pillow under Plankton's leg, supporting the cast. His sigh of relief is palpable. "Thanks," he murmurs, his eye still half-closed. Sandy's smile is genuine. "Anything for you, Plankton." Karen notices Sandy's curiosity still evident. "Why don't you tell us what you remember about the surgery?" Karen prompts him. Sandy's eyes light up. "Did you feel anyth-" "SANDY," Plankton snaps, his antennae standing tall. But Plankton's not ready to forgive her. "It's none of your business," he repeats, his voice cold. Sandy's face falls, and she nods, retreating to the edge of the couch. Karen squeezes Plankton's shoulder. "Remember, love, we're here to support you. That means asking questions, too." Plankton sighs, his antennae drooping, his frustration evident. Karen knows his pride is taking a hit. "Fine," he says. "They had to give me some kind of...of glue, I guess, that makes bones stick together. And then they put this cast on." His hand gestures to his leg, his voice filled with resentment. Sandy's curiosity is piqued. "How does it feel to fall aslee—" But Plankton's had enough. "I don't want to talk about it," he says, cutting her off. His eye closes tightly, a tear escaping. Sandy's face falls, her words forgotten as she watches her friend in pain. Karen squeezes his hand gently. "It's okay, love," she whispers. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to." Sandy's eyes are glistening with unshed tears, and she bites her bottom lip, looking away. Karen knows he's trying to keep a brave face, but it's clear he's struggling. Finally, Sandy breaks the silence. "Why don't we do something else? Maybe play some board games?" Plankton's antennae perk up slightly, his eye opening a bit wider. "That...sounds okay." Karen smiles. "Great. I'll get you closer, on the floor." They manage to move the coffee table and his chair so that his leg can be propped up comfortably. Sandy brings over a board game, as Karen helps him out of the wheelchair and onto the floor. Plankton's eye lights up slightly at the sight of the game, a tiny spark of his usual excitement showing through the pain. Sandy starts setting up, her movements quick and precise, desperate to make amends. Sandy notices him flinching, his hand gripping the cast over his leg. "Do you need a-" "I'm fine," Plankton interjects quickly, his voice strained. Karen nods, understanding his desire for normalcy. They start playing the game, Plankton's mind focused on the strategy. His eye twitches with every move, his antennae perked with competitive spirit. Sandy's eyes are on his face, watching his every reaction. They play in a comfortable silence, the only sounds the shuffling of game pieces and Plankton's occasional grunts. The game is a distraction, but not enough to fully ease the tension. Sandy keeps glancing at him, her movements slow and careful. Karen watches them both, her heart aching for her husband's pain and her friend's regret. As the game goes on, Plankton's eyelid starts to droop again, his hand shaking slightly as he moves his piece. Karen notices and stops him. "Why don't we take a break?" she suggests. Sandy nods in agreement, setting her piece down. Karen helps him stand on his good leg as she reaches for his crutches, handing them to him. He takes them reluctantly, leaning heavily on them as he hobbles to the couch. The room is silent for a moment before Sandy speaks. "Can I get you anything?" she asks, her voice tentative. Plankton sighs, his frustration clear. "Just leave me alone," he says, his voice thick with exhaustion. Karen swallows hard, feeling the weight of his words. Sandy nods, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Okay." She stands up, collecting the game pieces. Karen watches, the tension in the room palpable. Sandy looks at Karen, her gaze questioning. Karen nods slightly, understanding that Plankton needs a moment.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 6 Sandy heads to the kitchen, her steps slow and deliberate. Karen follows, giving her a quick hug. "It's okay," she whispers. "He'll come around." Sandy nods, her voice shaking. "I hope so." In the living room, Plankton's leg throbs under the weight of the cast, a constant reminder of his new limitations. Karen joins him, handing him a pillow. "Here," she says softly. "This should help." He takes it, his antennae twitching slightly as he adjusts his position on the couch. Sandy emerges from the kitchen, her eyes red-rimmed but her smile firmly in place. "Snacks," she says, setting a plate on the coffee table. Plankton nods, his eye half-closed. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice softening. Sandy swallows hard, the hurt from his earlier outburst still raw. Karen sits beside him, her hand on his shoulder. "I know you're frustrated," Karen says gently. "But Sandy worries for you." Plankton nods, his antennae drooping. "I know," he says, unable to find the words. Sandy takes a deep breath, her gaze on the floor. "I'm sorry for...everything." Her voice cracks. Plankton's eye opens fully, his expression softening. "I know, Sandy. I know." Karen squeezes his hand. "We all do." Sandy's smile is sad. "But I'm fine," he insists, his voice strained. "Just tired." Sandy nods. Karen sits quietly, her hand still on his shoulder, providing silent support as Plankton's eye closes again. The room is still, the only sound the occasional crunch of a chip. Sandy clears her throat. "Is there anything else I can do?" Her voice is tentative, hopeful. Plankton's antennae twitch. "No." He doesn't open his eye. "Just let me rest." Sandy nods, her face a mask of regret. Karen sighs, watching as her husband's chest rises and falls with his deep breaths. She knows his stubbornness will keep him from admitting his pain, but she also knows his limits, the tension in the room slowly dissipating as Plankton begins to doze. The doorbell rings, breaking the silence. Sandy jumps, startled. Karen looks at the clock. It's Mr. Krabs, arriving to see why his rival Plankton hasn't tried to steal his secret recipe. Her heart sinks. This could be bad timing. "I'll get it," Sandy says, quickly moving to the door. Karen nods, her hand still on Plankton's shoulder. She whispers, "Remember, love, we're here for you." Sandy opens the door to find Mr. Krabs, his eyes wide with surprise. "What happened to Plankton?" he asks, his voice a mix of concern and suspicion. "I've not seen him in a while; must be planning something big.." Karen sighs, her gaze flicking to her sleeping husband as Mr. Krabs comes in. "Plankton had an accident," she says, her voice measured. "He broke his leg." Mr. Krabs' expression morphs from suspicion to shock. "What? No way!" Karen nods, keeping her voice low. "It's true. He's in recovery." Sandy's eyes dart to Plankton, now snoring softly on the couch. Mr. Krabs approaches his sleeping rival, eyes narrowing. "What's that on his leg?" "It's a cast," Karen explains, her tone even. "He's going to need help for a few weeks." Mr. Krabs' claws clench, his suspicion clear. Krabs looks at the cast skeptically. "Well, if he's out of commission, then I suppose we can call a temporary truce," he says. Karen nods. "That would be kind of you." Sandy smiles weakly. "He's not the enemy right now," she murmurs, her eyes on Plankton. Mr. Krabs seems to consider this, his gaze lingering on Plankton's sleeping form. "Fine," he says gruffly. Karen sighs with relief, guiding Mr. Krabs to a chair. "Thank you. I know this isn't easy for him to accept." Sandy nods in agreement. "He's always so independent." Mr. Krabs grumbles, but his eyes soften. "He's a tough little feller." As they sit in the living room, the sound of Plankton's snores punctuating the silence, Mr. Krabs notices drool slowly seeping from the corner of Plankton's mouth as his snores grow louder. "Looks like he's out cold," Mr. Krabs says. "Is he okay?" "He's fine," Karen reassures him. "Just sleeping. It's part of his healing process." Mr. Krabs clears his throat, his expression unreadable. "Well, if he's not going to be a problem for a while, I suppose I can spare time to help." Sandy's eyes widen, hopeful. Karen's smile is genuine. "That would be wonderful, Mr. Krabs. We could really use the extra hands." Mr. Krabs nods, his claws tapping the arm of the chair. "But I'm not cooking, got it?" They all chuckle softly, the tension easing slightly. "I can't believe he's out for the count," he murmurs, almost to himself, when Plankton's drool forms a small puddle on the couch. "Uhm," Krabs says, "Plankton is gonna need to be cleaned up." Karen nods, not wanting to wake her husband. Sandy jumps up to help, but Krabs stops her. "No, no," he says gruffly. "Let me—" But before he can finish, Plankton's snores turn into a low moan. His antennae twitch, his good leg moving slightly. "His pain meds are wearing off," Karen whispers. Sandy quickly grabs the water and pills from the side table, handing them to Karen. Karen gets the water and pills, moving to Plankton's side. She gently shakes his shoulder. "Honey," she says softly. "It's time for your medicine." Plankton's eye flickers open, his expression a mix of pain and irritation as he sees Mr. Krabs. "What are you doing here?" he grumbles, his voice thick with sleep and pain. Mr. Krabs coughs, his claws raising in a defensive gesture. "Just came to check on the...competition," he says, his voice trailing off as he looks at the cast. Sandy and Karen exchange a nervous glance. Plankton's antennae twitch with annoyance. "I don't need your pity," he says through gritted teeth, his pain evident. Mr. Krabs' eyes narrow. "Pity? Pah! I'm just making sure you're not plotting anything, while you're...drooling." Plankton's face flushes when he puts his hand to his mouth, realizing he's been drooling in his sleep. He wipes at his mouth quickly before taking the pills and water. "Thanks," he mutters, his voice gruff. Karen helps him sit up more comfortably, his leg propped on the pillow. Mr. Krabs clears his throat, looking slightly embarrassed. "Well, I've got a...uh, question," he says. Sandy and Karen exchange another look, but Plankton seems too tired to care. "What is it?" he asks, his patience wearing thin. Mr. Krabs shifts in his chair. "I was wondering if, during your...ahem, cast, if you broke your leg, what'd they do to it before putting it in a cast?" Sandy's eyes widen slightly, but she remains silent, allowing Plankton to answer. Plankton sighs, his antennae drooping. "They had to use some kind of special bone glue," he says, his tone weary. "And now I've got this monstrosity on me for six weeks." Mr. Krabs' eyes go wide. "Bone glue?" he repeats. "No way! What did it look like?" Plankton groans, his frustration clear. "I s'pose it looked like... glue," he says, his voice trailing off. "Whaddya mean you s'pose? You were there!" Krabs asks. "How'd it..." Plankton cuts him off, his antennae standing tall. "It was a blur," he snaps. "You were asleep, weren't you?" Sandy says, earning her a glare from Plankton. Mr. Krabs, however, seems even more fascinated, his curiosity of Plankton piqued. "How'd that work?" he asks, his claws tapping nervously. "I mean, they just put you out? But what did it feel like? Did you feel them sticking your bones together, or...?" Plankton sighs, frustrated/angry, his antennae drooping. "They put me under, okay?" he says, his voice tight. "I don't know what it felt like." "But you were there!" Krabs insists. "W---" "I SAID I DON'T KNOW!" Plankton shouts, his pain and irritation boiling over. His grip on the pillow tightens, knuckles white. Karen's eyes widen, and Sandy takes a step back, alarmed. "I didn't see anything. It was just... nothingness." Mr. Krabs leans back in his chair, his claw steepled under his chin. "Hmm," he says, his voice thoughtful. "And you're sure you weren't dreaming about stealing me secret recipe?" Sandy laughs nervously, trying to diffuse the tension, but Plankton's face turns a deeper shade of red. "I was UNCONSCIOUS," he growls. Mr. Krabs holds up his claws in defense. "Just checking!" he says, his eyes gleaming. "But seriously, what's it like being put under..." "I woke up!" Plankton exclaims, his antennae twitching. "With a giant cast on my leg! I don't remember any dreams. It was just... nothing." Sandy tries to lighten the mood. "Maybe you dreamt about jellyfish," she suggests with a weak smile. Mr. Krabs' eyes light up. "Jellyfish? Did you see an–" "NO!" Plankton snaps. "No dreams, no jellyfish. Just... nothingness." Mr. Krabs seems disappointed but quickly recovers. "Well, if you say so," he says, his tone nonchalant. "But you're sure you didn't see anyth—" "KRABS!" Plankton's voice booms through the room, cutting off his rival's question. "I told you, there was nothing!" His antennae wave in agitation. Mr. Krabs' eyes twinkle with curiosity. "Ah, but what about the after-effects?" he presses on. "You know, those fuzzy thoughts you get when you first wake up? Did y-" But Plankton's patience has reached its limit. "I don't know what you're talking about," he says through clenched teeth. "I just know that I woke up!" Karen steps in, placing a calming hand on Plankton's shoulder. "Krabs, I think we should respect Plankton's space right now," she says firmly. Mr. Krabs nods, his expression slightly chastised. "Right, right," he says, his claws retreating into his pockets. "Sorry, I'll just get going."

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 7 Karen nods, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for coming to check on him," she says. "I know it's not easy for you." Mr. Krabs shrugs. "We're...frenemies," he says awkwardly. "Besides, I wouldn't wish a broken leg on anyone." Sandy and Karen exchange relieved glances. As Mr. Krabs leaves, Sandy moves closer to Plankton, her voice concerned. "Are you okay?" she asks. Plankton's antennae drop slightly. "Fine," he mutters. "Just feeling a bit restless." Karen nods, understanding his frustration. "Why don't we get you off the couch?" Sandy and Karen help him stand, his good leg wobbling. "Where to?" he asks, his voice still gruff. "How about the wheelchair?" Karen suggests, pointing to where it's parked. Plankton sighs, but doesn't argue. "Fine." They manage to get him situated in it. "Where to?" Sandy asks, her voice gentle. "Anything you want to do?" Plankton looks around the room, his eye falling on the unfinished board game. "Just...move that out of the way." They clear the living room, the game pieces tucked away in their box, the board put aside. He wheels himself towards the window, his gaze drifting outside to his friend Sponge Bob who so happens to walk by oblivious to Plankton's longing gaze. Sandy notices his expression. "Do you want to go outside?" she asks. "It might be good for you." Plankton considers it. "Yeah," he says. "A bit of fresh air." But he actually wants to visit with SpongeBob. They make their way to the door, Karen pushing him in the wheelchair. Plankton's heart sinks when he sees the stairs leading down to the sidewalk. "I'll get the crutches," Sandy says, already on her way. She returns quickly, handing them over. Plankton takes them, his grip tight. Karen opens the door, the cool sea breeze wafting in, bringing with it the faint laughter of Patrick Star and SpongeBob SquarePants playing in the distance. Plankton's eye narrows. "Let's go," he says, determined to ignore the pain. With Sandy and Karen on either side, supporting him, he hobbles outside. The salty air fills his lungs, and despite his discomfort, he feels a flicker of excitement at the prospect of seeing his neighbor. The moment they reach the sidewalk, SpongeBob and Patrick spot them. They stop their game of catch mid-toss, their eyes widening at the sight of Plankton's cast. "Plankton! What happened?" Sponge Bob cries out, running over with Patrick in tow. Plankton's antennae twitch awkwardly. "I had a little accident," he mutters, avoiding eye contact. Sandy and Karen exchange a knowing look, but they keep their mouths shut. "Oh no," Sponge Bob says, his eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay?" Patrick, ever the slow one, takes a moment to process. "You got a boo-boo?" he asks finally, his voice sympathetic. But Plankton's just wanting SpongeBob come in. He'd rather not have Patrick around, his simple- mindedness only serving to annoy him more. "What's with the crutches?" Patrick asks, his voice booming. Plankton grimaces. "I broke my leg," he says, his tone strained. Patrick's eyes go wide. "Cool!" he says, his enthusiasm grating on Plankton's nerves. "Does it hurt-" "Yes, it hurts," Plankton snaps, his antennae twitching with annoyance. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like for you to leave me alone." Sponge Bob blinks, his expression confused. "But Patrick's my friend, Plankton," he protests. Karen steps in, seeing the tension. "Why don't you go ask Patrick to help you with something, Sandy?" she suggests, giving Sandy a knowing nod. Sandy nods, catching on quickly. "Come on, Patrick, let's go find some jellyfish for Plankton!" Patrick's face lights up at the mention of jellyfish. "Jellyfish! Yes!" he exclaims, following Sandy as they walk away. Sponge Bob stays, his concern for Plankton genuine as they go back in. Inside, Plankton sighs heavily, his frustration at being dependent and unable to move freely palpable. Sponge Bob watches his friend struggle, his own heart aching. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Sponge Bob asks, his voice gentle. Plankton looks up at him, his single eye filled with gratitude. "I...I just want to sit," Plankton says, his voice barely a whisper. Sponge Bob nods, moving quickly to help him back with Karen. They settle on the floor. "Thanks," Plankton mutters, his antennae drooping. Sponge Bob sits cross-legged beside his friend. "You don't have to do this," Plankton says. "I know you're busy wi-" "Nonsense," Sponge Bob interrupts, his eyes wide with sincerity. "You're my neighbor and friend, Plankton. I'm here to help." Plankton's antennae twitch, and a rare smile appears on his face. "Thanks, Sponge Bob. I appreciate it." Sponge Bob nods, his curiosity bubbling up. "So, what happened exactly?" he asks, leaning in. Karen interjects, her voice calm. "It's a long story, Sponge..." But Plankton waves her off. "It's okay." He takes a deep breath and starts to explain, his voice steady. "It was a... falling accident," he starts. Sponge Bob's eyes widen even more. "Well, you're so...small." "I know," Plankton sighs. "It's not easy being my size, but I manage." Sponge Bob nods, his thoughts racing. "But did you need a medic or wh-" "Sponge Bob," Karen interrupts, her tone firm but gentle. "Let's not overwhelm him with questions." Sponge Bob's face falls, his curiosity momentarily squashed. "Oh, right," he says, looking at the floor. "I'm sor-" "Karen, I'm ok," Plankton says, his antennae waving slightly. "I don't mind Sponge Bob." He looks back at his friend. Sponge Bob nods, his thoughts swirling. "But what was it like? What happened next at the hospital?" Plankton's expression softens, and for a moment, he seems lost in thought. "Well, they had to put me to sleep," he says, his voice quiet. "They gave me some meds. And then...nothing. I just...fell asleep. It was... weird," he admits. "Different from a normal sleep. Like being in a deep, deep dreamless nap." Sponge Bob listens intently, his curiosity unfettered. "It was...strange," he says, his antennae twitching. "I remember being in a lot of pain, and then everything went black. When I came to, I had this giant cast on. It goes from my toes to my hip," he says. Sponge Bob nods, his gaze drifting to the cast. "Can I...can I?" he asks tentatively. Plankton looks at him for a moment, then nods. "Sure," he says. "Just be careful." Sponge Bob reaches out gently, his spongy hand brushing against the hard plaster. "Wow," he whispers. "It's so...heavy." Plankton laughs, a tiny sound that ends in a wince. "Yeah, it's not exactly comfortable," he says. "But it's what I need to get better." Sponge Bob nods, his eyes wide. "How long until you can walk without it?" "Six weeks," Plankton sighs. "But I'll be stuck in this chair or on crutches." Sponge Bob's eyes widen. "That's a long time," he says, his voice filled with sympathy. "But I'm sure you'll get through it. You're so...resilient." Plankton looks at his friend, a hint of a smile on his face. "Thanks, Sponge Bob." Karen watches the exchange from the corner of her eye, surprised by Plankton's eagerness to open up to Sponge Bob. Despite his usual cautious nature and competitive spirit, there's something different about the way he talks to him now— a vulnerability she hasn't seen much. "What did they do to your leg?" Sponge Bob asks, his voice soft with concern. Plankton takes a deep breath, his antennae quivering. "They had to set and glue the bone," he explains, his voice strained. "And then they put on this cast to keep it still." Sponge Bob's eyes widen. "It must have been so scary," Sponge Bob says. Plankton nods. "It was," he admits. "But Karen was with me." He looks up at her, and she smiles reassuringly. "And now you're here." Sponge Bob nods. "And I won't leave you hangin'." Plankton's smile grows. "Thanks, buddy."

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 8 Sandy returns with Patrick, and Plankton seems to deflate. Patrick looks around, his gaze falling on the cast. "Hey, Plankton," he says, his voice loud. "What's with the...uh, whatchamacallit?" He points at the cast. Sandy winces. "It's for his leg, Patrick," she says. But Patrick's curiosity isn't deterred. He squats down, his eyes wide. "Can I see?" Plankton's antennae twitch in annoyance. "It's a cast, Patrick," he says sharply. Patrick reaches out, his finger poking. "Does it tickle?" Plankton jolts back, his antennae standing on end. "What are you doing?" he snaps. Sponge Bob watches the exchange, his concern for Plankton growing. He knows his friend's temper can flare up quickly, and he doesn't want this visit to cause more stress. "Patrick, maybe we should let Plankton rest," Sponge Bob suggests gently, his eyes pleading. Patrick looks disappointed, his hand retreating from the cast. "But I just wanted to..." "Patrick," Sandy sighs, her voice patient. "Let's go play with the jellyfish," she says, guiding him away from Plankton. Patrick pouts but follows, casting a backward glance at his cast. With the distraction gone, Plankton's mood improves marginally. He shifts on the floor, trying to get comfortable. Sponge Bob looks at him with understanding. "Is there anything I can do to make this easier?" he asks. Plankton's antennae twitch in thought. "Could you...help me to the wheelchair?" Sponge Bob nods, his spongy hands wrapping around the wheelchair handles. He lifts Plankton carefully, mindful of his injury. He helps Plankton into the chair, his friend wincing slightly as he adjusts his leg. Once Plankton's comfortable, Sponge Bob nods. "I've got an idea," he says, his eyes bright. "How about we go out and get Kelp shakes," Sponge Bob says, his voice filled with excitement. Plankton's antennae perk up at the suggestion. "Really?" he asks, his voice weak with hope. "But I can't go any-" "Don't worry," Sponge Bob says. He turns to Karen. "Is that okay?" Karen nods, her relief at the change in Plankton's demeanor evident. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," she says. As they arrive at the Kelp Shake restaurant, Sponge Bob's cheerful demeanor doesn't waver. He waves hello to Larry the Lobster, his enthusiasm contagious. Plankton, though still in pain, tries to smile. "Thanks for doing this, Sponge Bob," he says, his voice grateful. "It's the least I could do," his friend responds, his eyes genuine, when SpongeBob's friend Larry comes over. "Hey, Larry!" Sponge Bob calls out, his voice cheerful, Larry's gaze flicking to Plankton's cast. "Plankton, what's with the new look?" Larry asks, his tone teasing. Plankton sighs. "It's a cast," he says. "A cast? For what?" "For my leg," Plankton says, his voice flat. Larry looks at him, his smile fading. "Oh man, I'm sorry to hear that. What happened?" Plankton sighs, his shoulders slumping. "We're here for the shakes," Sponge Bob says, his tone light. "Can we get two, please?" Larry nods at the waiter, Larry's eyes still on Plankton. "Sure thing, Sponge Bob. And Plankton, if you ever need to talk abou–" "No, I don't," Plankton interrupts, his voice sharp. Sponge Bob's eyes widen slightly at his friend's tone. "Okay, okay," Larry says, his claws up. "Take it easy, bud..." The waiter returns with the kelp shakes, interrupting the moment. Sponge Bob quickly takes a sip, his eyes closing in appreciation. "Ah, this is just what we needed," he says. Plankton nods, taking a cautious sip. "It's not bad," he admits, his tone more subdued. The cool, minty flavor soothes him slightly, and he takes another sip, watching as Larry goes standing up so as to leave, when he accidentally runs into the wheelchair, causing Plankton's leg to bump into the table. "W-whoa, sorry, Plankton!" Larry says, his eyes wide with alarm. Plankton hisses in pain, as Sponge Bob quickly grabs hold of the wheelchair. "You okay?" Sponge Bob asks, his eyes filled with concern. Plankton nods stiffly, his face contorted. "It'll be fine," he says through gritted teeth. "It was just a bump. But it's still sensitive and now hurt-" "Let's get you home," Sponge Bob says, his face etched with worry. Plankton nods, his grip tightening on the armrests of the wheelchair as they both head back home. Karen sees them return back also notices Plankton's pained expression. "What happened?" she asks, rushing over. Sponge Bob explains quickly, his voice filled with apology. "It was just an accident," Plankton says, his voice strained. Karen moves to get his medication. "Here," she says, her hand shaking slightly as she hands him a pill and a cup of water. He takes it gratefully, swallowing it down without a word. Sponge Bob's eyes are filled with guilt. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely a whisper. "It's not your fault," Plankton says, his voice still tight with pain. "It's just...it's hard being like this." Sponge Bob's gaze flicks to the cast once more. "Is there anything else I can do?" he asks. Plankton sighs. "Just...keep me company," he says, his antennae drooping. Sponge Bob nods, his spirits visibly lifting. "You got it," he says. "How about we-" But before he can finish his sentence, the door swings open and in comes Patrick Star, his eyes wide with excitement. "Hi!" Sponge Bob's heart sinks. He knows what's coming next. "Patrick, what are you doing here?" Plankton snaps, his pain obvious. Patrick's smile doesn't fade. "I heard about your boo-boo!" he says, pointing at the cast. "And I brought you some jelly!" Sponge Bob sighs, his eyes darting to Karen, who gives him a tiny nod of encouragement. "Thanks, Patrick," he says, his voice strained. "But right now, Plankton needs to rest." Patrick's expression falls, his eyes wide and innocent. "But...but I just wanted to help make him feel better!" Plankton's antennae twitch with frustration. "You can help by letting me rest," he says, feeling the effects of the meds kick in. Patrick nods, his head bobbing. "Okay," he says. "But what if I sit quietly?" Plankton sighs. "Fine," he says, his exhaustion evident. "Just don't touch the cast." Sponge Bob nods gratefully at Patrick, his eyes silently thanking him. They sit quietly Plankton's eye begins to droop. "Looks like you're getting sleepy," Patrick teases Plankton. Plankton opens his eye with a glare. "I'm not sleepy," he says, his eyelid dropping again, Karen watching over them from the kitchen. Sponge Bob and Patrick sit down, their energy levels contrasting with Plankton's fatigue. Plankton's eye grows heavier, the medication doing its job. Patrick's gaze is on Plankton, who's eyelid is fluttering. "You're totally sleepy," Patrick says, his voice a mix of amusement and concern. "I'm not," Plankton mutters, his voice slurred. But it's clear that Plankton's fighting a losing battle, and Patrick's now giggling. Sponge Bob watches his friend, his heart heavy. He knows Plankton's stubbornness all too well. He turns to Karen, who nods. "Why don't you two keep him company?" she suggests. "I'll just be in the kitchen." Patrick nods, his eyes still on Plankton. "I'll sit right here," he says, plonking down next to his sleepy friend. Sponge Bob sits opposite, his eyes never leaving Plankton's blinking one.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 9 Plankton's eyelid grows heavier, and Patrick lets out a chuckle. Plankton's antennae twitch in surprise. He opens his eye halfway. "What?" he asks, his voice slurred. "You're falling asleep," Patrick says, his laughter bubbling. Sponge Bob watches his friend's struggle with a mix of concern and understanding. He knows Plankton's pride won't let him admit defeat so easily. So his eyes narrow slightly as a warning to Patrick. "I'm not sleepy," Plankton insists, his voice barely above a whisper. But his protests are met with Patrick's laugh. "I said, I'm not sleepy," Plankton insists, his eyelid drooping. "rIgHt," Patrick says, condescending. Plankton's antennae twitch in irritation. "I'm not sleepy," he says, his voice slurred. But his eyelid continues to drop, and Patrick notices. "You totally are," Patrick giggles. Plankton's antennae drop, still trying to battle with sleep. "Maybe you should just admit it, Plankie.." "Patrick," Sponge Bob warns, his tone a mix of concern and amusement. But Patrick's laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls. "Look, Plankton's going nighty-night," Patrick coos. Plankton grits his teeth, his eyelid flickering. "I'm not," he slurs, his voice barely audible. Sponge Bob tries to hold in a chuckle, his spongy cheeks twitching. Patrick leans in closer, his grin spreading wide. "You know, for a big, strong guy like you, you sure are tired," he says, his voice teasing. Plankton's antennae wobble in annoyance. "I'm not a baby, Patrick," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. But his protest is weak, his eyelid already half-closed. Sponge Bob bites his tongue, his own amusement bubbling up despite the situation. None of them know Karen's secretly filming this, turning video on. Patrick starts to mimic a lullaby, his deep, booming voice filling the room. "Hush little Plankton, don't say a word, mama's going to buy you all the candy in the sea..." Patrick's in his element, his imagination running wild and continues his nursery rhyme, his voice now a whisper. "And if that candy's not enough, then mama's going to buy you a new submarine..." "I said, I'm not a baby," he says, his voice gruff. But his stubbornness is no match for the medication, and his eyelid droops again. Sponge Bob watches, his own smile suppressed as he tries to keep the peace. Patrick's lullaby continues. "And if that new submarine doesn't make you fly, mama's going to catch you a jellyfish from the sky..." Plankton's antennae twitch. Sponge Bob's eyes widen slightly at the absurdity of it all, but he can't help but be touched by Patrick's efforts, however misguided. Patrick's lullaby continues, his voice now a gentle whisper. "And if that jellyfish's sting isn't right, mama's going to kiss it all better, goodnight..." Sponge Bob's smile spreads despite himself. He can see the caring intention behind Patrick's annoying persistence. Plankton's eye remains half-open, his antennae drooping. "I-I'm n-not sleepy," he mumbles, his words slurring together. Patrick's grin doesn't fade. "Hush, hush," he sings. "Don't you cry. Mama's gonna sing you to sleep, and when you wake up, you'll have jellyfish pie. And if that pie isn't sweet enough, mama's going to catch you a star..." Sponge Bob's cheeks are now shaking with suppressed laughter. Patrick's voice has turned into a soft, lilting melody. "And if that star doesn't shine, mama's going to build you a sandcastle so fine..." Plankton's eye closes completely despite his protests. Sponge Bob quickly claps his hands over his mouth to stifle a snicker. Patrick, oblivious to the effect his song is having, continues to serenade his sleepy friend. "And if that sand doesn't sparkle, mama's going to make it rain jelly..." Sponge Bob's shoulders shake with silent mirth. Plankton's breathing evened out, his antennae still, finally succumbing to sleep. "And if that rain isn't wet, mama's going to make you a sea...of...puddles... an—" Patrick's voice trails off as he looks down. "Plankton?" he whispers, noticing Plankton's chest rising and falling evenly. Plankton's snores answer for him, a soft sound that fills the room. Sponge Bob's laughter bubbles over, his eyes watering. "Looks like he's out," he says, his voice still low so as not to disturb him. Patrick blinks in confusion, his smile fading. "But I wasn't done singing!" he protests, as Karen ends the video. Sponge Bob looks up at her, his smile now a chuckle. "Maybe you should save that for later," he suggests. Karen nods, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Or never," she says, her voice a whisper. Patrick pouts, his eyes on Plankton's sleeping form. "But I wanted to make him feel better," he says, his voice sulky. Sponge Bob nods. "Of course, Patrick," he says, his voice gentle. "He's asleep now, and that's the best thing for him." Patrick's eyes widen with curiosity. "But why does he snore like that?" he whispers. Sponge Bob looks at Plankton, his mind racing. "Well, everyone sleeps differently," he says, his voice hushed. "It's just how his body breathes when he's asleep." Patrick nods, his finger hovering near Plankton's cast. "Can I touch the cast?" he asks, his voice filled with wonder. Sponge Bob's eyes dart to Karen, who nods slightly. "Just be gentle," she warns. Patrick's finger taps the plaster lightly, his curiosity piqued. "It's so hard," he says, his voice filled with amazement. Plankton's antennae twitch in his sleep, and Sponge Bob quickly intervenes, placing a hand over Patrick's. "Let's not disturb him," he whispers. Patrick nods, his eyes still wide with interest. "What's it made of?" he asks. Sponge Bob thinks for a moment. "It's like...a super strong paste," he explains. "They use it to keep his leg still while it heals." Patrick nods. Patrick's finger hovers over Plankton's cast. "But why does it make him snore?" he whispers. Sponge Bob chuckles, his spongy body shaking slightly. "Well, it's not the cast," he says, his voice a soft whisper. "It's just how Plankton snores when he breathes in his sleep," he explains. "So it's not because of his leg?" he asks, his curiosity peaking. Sponge Bob shakes his head. "Nope, it's just the way he sleeps." Patrick looks thoughtful for a moment, his curiosity not sated. "But how?" he presses. Sponge Bob leans in, his voice low. "Well, when we sleep, our bodies relax, right?" Patrick nods, his attention fully on his friend's words. "But does he snore like that when he's not hurt?" Sponge Bob shrugs. "It's just his way of breathing when he's sleeping deeply," he says, his eyes on Plankton's chest as it rises and falls. Patrick's curiosity doesn't wane. "But why?" he whispers. Sponge Bob thinks for a moment, his spongy brow furrowing. "It's because of the medicine," he explains. "It helps with the pain, but it makes him sleepy. It's like when you're sleeping so soundly that you don't even know you're snoring," he says. "It's just his body's way of getting air." Patrick nods, his eyes never leaving Plankton's face, his eyes studying Plankton's slightly parted mouth. "But why does he make that noise?" Patrick asks, his curiosity boundless. Sponge Bob sighs. "Well, sometimes when we sleep, our throats relax and vibrate," he says, his voice soothing. "It's like when you're trying to make a funny sound, but it just happens when we're asleep, Patrick, snoring is something our bodies just do when we're really relaxed," Sponge Bob explains, his voice patient. Patrick nods, his finger still hovering over Plankton's cast. "But what about his leg?" he whispers. "Is it okay to sleep like this?" Sponge Bob nods, his eyes on Plankton's chest rising and falling with each snore. "It's fine," he says. "The cast is designed to keep his leg still. It's important for healing." Patrick's eyes move to Plankton's face, his gaze lingering on his mouth. "What's with the mouth?" he asks, his voice filled with wonder. Sponge Bob chuckles. "It's just his mouth relaxing," he says. "Everyone's face looks a bit different when they're sleeping. It's all part of his body getting the rest it needs." Patrick nods, his eyes now on Plankton's antennae, which are twitching slightly. "What about those?" he whispers. "Do they move in his sleep?" Karen smiles. "Sometimes," she says. "They can move when he's dreaming. Sometimes, when we dream, our bodies react to what's happening in our minds." Patrick's eyes light up with interest. "What do you think he's dreaming about?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Sponge Bob shrugs. "Could be anything," he says. "Maybe he's dreaming about inventing the best Krabby Patty ever. Everyone's body does something different when they're asleep." "But why does his mouth hang open?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity. Sponge Bob explains, "It's like when you're sleeping, and you don't realize your mouth is open," he says. "It's just his way of breathing when he's in a deep sleep. And, when we're asleep, our muscles relax, including the ones that keep our mouths closed." Patrick nods, his gaze still fixed on Plankton's open mouth.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 10 Patrick then notices Plankton's mouth now started to drool. "Ew, Plankton," he says, his voice a mix of disgust and fascination. "Why is your mouth leaking?" Sponge Bob laughs quietly, his hand covering his mouth. "It's just drool. When we're asleep, our saliva production doesn't stop. But since we're not swallowing like we do when we're awake, it can build up and sometimes dribble out." Patrick's eyes widen further. "But why is it coming out?" he asks. "It's because he's really relaxed and his mouth is open. And Plankton just happened to drool a little, Pat..." Patrick's expression doesn't change, his curiosity unabated. "But why does it hang like that?" he asks, his index finger pointing at the string of drool. Sponge Bob sighs, his laughter fading. "It's because the muscles that hold his mouth closed are relaxed, Patrick," he says, his tone patient. "And sometimes, when we're really deep in sleep, our saliva can just...fall out." Patrick nods slowly, his eyes never leaving Plankton's mouth. "But what if it gets on his leg cast?" he whispers, his voice filled with concern. Sponge Bob looks over at the wheelchair, where Plankton is currently snoring away. Karen, who has been quietly listening to the exchange, smiles over her shoulder. "Don't worry, Patrick," she says. "It's like his brain is on sleep mode, so he doesn't react the same way he would when he's awake." Patrick nods, his thoughts swirling. He continues to stare at Plankton's drooling mouth, his curiosity now piqued. "But what about when he wakes up?" he whispers. "Will he kn-" Before Patrick can finish his question, Plankton starts to stir, his snores morphing into a tiny grunt. Karen quickly moves forward, gently wiping the drool from his mouth with a cloth. "It's okay, Plankton," she says soothingly. "Let's get you cleaned up," she whispers. Sponge Bob and Patrick watch as Karen carefully cleans Plankton's mouth and chin, her movements precise and gentle. Plankton's eye flutters open, his gaze unfocused. "What...what's going on?" he asks, his voice groggy. "You just fell asleep, buddy," Sponge Bob says, his voice filled with sympathy. "You needed the rest." Plankton's eye narrows, his antennae twitching. "I didn't fall asleep," he insists. "I was just..." But his protests are cut short as he notices the cloth in Karen's hand. "What's this?" he asks, his voice sharper. Karen holds up the cloth. "Just a little drool," she says, her tone gentle. Plankton's face reddens with embarrassment, his antennae drooping, his pride bruised. Patrick giggles, his eyes sparkling. Plankton looks at him, his expression skeptical as Patrick's laughter fills the room, and his pride is more fragile than ever. Plankton's glare at Patrick doesn't waver, his eye narrowing as Patrick's eyes twinkle with mischief, unfazed. Patrick, still chuckling, leans in closer to Plankton. "You know, Plankton," he whispers, his voice filled with mock concern, "you snore." Plankton's face reddens more. "I do not!" he snaps. Karen and Sponge Bob exchange a knowing look, trying to hold in their laughter. "You do," Patrick says, his voice still low. Plankton's eye widens. "What?" he asks, his voice filled with disbelief. "You snore," Patrick says, his giggle escaping. Plankton's antennae wobble with anger. "I do not snore!" he insists, his voice louder. Sponge Bob puts a hand on Patrick's shoulder. "Why don't we keep it down?" he suggests, trying to lighten the mood. But Patrick's curiosity has been piqued. "How do you know?" Patrick asks, his voice innocent. "You've never heard yourself snore." Sponge Bob chuckles, his hand still on Patrick's shoulder. "Because I just...I was thinking really loudly?" Karen smiles warmly from the kitchen, knowing the truth. Patrick's laughter grows louder, his body shaking. "Thinking loudly doesn't make you snore," he says. Plankton's eye narrows. "Well, then how'd you know?" he demands. Patrick's grin spreads across his face. "Because we heard you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. Sponge Bob nods. "Yeah, Plankton," he admits, his voice filled with amusement. Plankton's antennae twitch with irritation. "You heard me?" he repeats, his voice unbelieving. "Yeah," Patrick says, his eyes wide with innocence. "Just now." Sponge Bob tries to change the subject, his hand still on Patrick's shoulder. "Why don't we talk about something else?" he suggests. But Patrick is not to be deterred. "I think Karen got it on video!" Plankton's antennae shoot up in alarm. "Video?" he echoes, his eye widening in horror. "You didn't..." But Karen's laughter confirms his fears. "It's just for fun, Plankton," she says, her voice filled with mirth. She holds up her camera for him to see. The room fills with their laughter, except for Plankton, whose face is a picture of humiliation. "It's not funny!" he snaps, his voice sharp. His antennae quiver with anger. Sponge Bob's laughter fades as he looks at his friend. "It's getting late Pat..." Patrick nods, his smile fading. "Okay, okay," he says, standing up. Sponge Bob nods, his expression sympathetic. "I can see you tomorrow, Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. Plankton smiles at him. "Thanks," he says, before wheeling himself to his bedroom as SpongeBob and Patrick leave. Karen follows Plankton back to their bedroom. Once Plankton is settled in bed, Karen sits beside him. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asks softly. Plankton's face contorts into a grimace. "Talk about what?" "You know," she says, keeping her voice calm. "The snoring and drooling?" Plankton sighs, his tiny frame shifting under the covers. "It's just embarrassing," he admits, his antennae drooping. Karen reaches out, patting his shoulder. "It's normal, Plankton." "Whatever. Goodnight, my sweets." He says, pulling up the covers. Karen smiles. "Goodnight to you too, Mr. Grumpy," she teases, her voice filled with affection. "I'll be right here if you need anything."

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 11 The next morning, Plankton wakes up to see Karen still sleeping. The cast on his leg feels heavier than ever, a stark reminder of his current state. He shifts slightly, and the plaster shifts with his movement, a dull throb pulsing through his body. He sighs, his antennae drooping. As he looks around the room, his gaze lands on the crutches by the bedside. With a grunt of effort, he pulls them closer and hoists himself upright, his arms shaking slightly from the weight. He glances at the wheelchair in the corner, but uses his crutches instead. With a clank, he attaches the crutches to his arms and swings his cast-covered leg out of the bed. The pain is a dull reminder of his injury, but he refuses to let it win. He hobbles to the window. Through the glass, Plankton sees Squidward walking by, his tentacles wrapped around a morning newspaper. His heart sinks. "Ugh," he mumbles to himself. Squidward, the neighbor SpongeBob loves to annoy. Squidward, who's always complaining about his quiet, orderly world being disrupted by Sponge Bob's boundless energy. Plankton sighs. He watches Squidward's silhouette pass by, his antennae twitching. Why can't Squidward just appreciate the simplicity of life, he thinks. But even as the thought passes his mind, Plankton knows deep down, he's not so different. Both of them crave success, both of them have their quirks, their obsessions. He hobbles back to the bed, when Karen awakes to her phone lighting up. "It's Hanna," she says, her eyes still sleepy. "Her home needs repair and she's on her way. I don't think you've met.." Plankton's heart sinks. "What?" he asks, his voice rasped with irritation. "You didn't tell me anyone was coming." Karen sits up, apologetic. "I didn't know, sorry," she says. "It's just Hanna. She needs a place to stay." Plankton's antennae twitch with annoyance. "Now?" he asks, his voice tight. "I can't even wa-" Karen cuts him off with a firm look. "Plankton, she's my friend," she says, her voice calm but firm. "And she needs our help." Plankton sighs, his antennae dropping. He knows he can't win this one. The doorbell rings, interrupting their exchange. Karen hops out of bed. Plankton sighs heavily. Hanna enters inside. "Karen! Thanks for letting me in." Karen smiles. "Of course, Hanna. You're welcome any time." She hugs her as Plankton emerges with his crutches. Hanna's eyes widen at the sight of Plankton, his cast a stark contrast to the vibrant decor. "Oh, who's this?" she asks, her voice sweet. Plankton scowls. "This is Plankton," Karen says, her voice cheerful. "My husband," she adds, her smile bright. Hanna's eyes widen further. "Oh! Hi there," she says, extending a hand. Plankton looks at it skeptically before shaking it with a grunt. "Hi," he says, his voice less than enthusiastic. Hanna's smile doesn't waver. "How are y-you feeling?" she asks, trying not to glance at the cast. "Just fine," Plankton responds. He adjusts his grip on the crutches. Karen sighs. "Hanna, this is my husband, Plankton," she repeats, forcing a smile. "And Plankton, this is Hanna," she says, trying to keep the peace. Hanna's smile doesn't falter. "It's s-so nice to finally meet you," she says, her eyes averting the cast. Plankton can feel her curiosity, but he refuses to explain his predicament. "Likewise," he mutters, his tone dry. Karen's eyes dance with a mix of amusement and concern. She knows his pride is wounded, but Karen also knows how much he loves herself and will tolerate for her own sake, even though he's not to excited with Hanna. Hanna's gaze flits from Karen to Plankton, her face a canvas of uncertainty. "I'm glad to stay here with you and sorry for the short notice," she says, her voice slightly too cheerful. Plankton nods, his antennae barely moving. "Where's your stuff?" Hanna gestures to the suitcase behind her. "Just this," she says, her smile still in place. "So uh, where do I put it?" Karen points to the couch. "You can leave it there for now," she says. "We'll find you a place to stay." Hanna's eyes light up. "Thank you," she says, her voice filled with gratitude. Plankton shifts his weight on his crutches, his expression still unreadable. "So, Plankton," Hanna says, her voice bright. "What kind of things do you like to do around h-here?" Plankton glances at her, his antennae twitching. "Not much," he says, his voice tight. Karen gives him a knowing look. "Plankton can be a bit of a homebody," she says, her voice gentle. Hanna nods, her eyes still wide with curiosity. "Oh, I see," she says. "Well, I'm s-sure we'll find something fun to do together-er.." Plankton's antennae quiver. Karen shoots him a look. Plankton sighs, begrudging. Hanna looks between them, her smile still in place. "Well, I-I'm sure we'll g-get along," she says. Plankton rolls his eye, his discomfort palpable. Karen clears her throat, trying to ease the tension. "Why don't we all sit down?" she suggests, her voice bright. Hanna nods eagerly, her eyes still on Plankton. He reluctantly follows, his crutches tapping against the floor. They settle into the living room, Plankton carefully placing his casted leg on the coffee table. The silence hangs heavy for a moment before Hanna jumps in. "So, w-what’s your favorite hobby, P-Plankton?" she asks, her voice a mix of eagerness and nerves. Plankton looks at her, his eye narrowing. "My favorite hobby?" he repeats. "Yes," she says, awkwardly. "What do you like to do i-in your free t-time?" Plankton's antennae wobble slightly. "Things," Plankton says, his voice clipped. "Just...things." Hanna nods, her smile still in place despite his curtness. "Oh," she says. "Well, I lo-ove to read a-and cook. Do you like t-to read?" Plankton's antennae still, his eye blinking, his tone flat. "I guess so," he says. Hanna's smile falters for a split second before she recovers. "Great," she says, her voice cheery. "Maybe w-we c-can swap book recommendations later.." Hanna's eyes dart to his cast quickly before snapping back up to his face. Plankton notices the glance, his expression unreadable. Karen watches the interaction with a mixture of amusement and concern. She knows Hanna's intentions are pure, but Plankton's pride is not easily soothed. Hanna jumps to her feet. "Would you like to talk about anything specific?" she asks, her voice perky. Plankton considers for a moment before shaking his head. "No, just...things," he says, his voice trailing off. Hanna nods, her cheerfulness unflagging. "Well, I've been reading this amazing book on jellyfish migration patterns," she says, her eyes sparkling. "Did you know that jellyfish can travel for thousands of miles?" Karen watches as Plankton's eye twitches. "That's...fascinating," he says, his tone devoid of enthusiasm. Hanna doesn't seem to notice, her excitement bubbling over. "It really is," she says. "They're such wonderful creatures. Have you gone jellyfishing?" Plankton's antennae quiver. He shakes his head. "Can't say I really have," he says, his voice flat. Hanna nods, her smile never wavering. "It's something you have to try," she says. "Unless your le- I mean, unless you'd rather not?" Hanna blushes, trying to force a chuckle. Plankton shifts his weight on the crutches, his patience wearing thin. Karen sighs silently, watching the awkward exchange.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 12 Karen knows he's trying to be polite, but it's clear his tolerance is waning. This isn't how she wanted Hanna to meet Plankton. She'd hoped for a more harmonious introduction, but with his current mood and the cast looming over the room, it's clear that's not going to happen. "So, Hanna," she says, her voice cutting through the tension. "Why don't we get you settled in?" Hanna's smile doesn't falter. "Okay," she says, her eyes sliding to Plankton's cast again before quickly looking away. Karen leads Hanna to the guest room, leaving Plankton alone with his thoughts. He stares at the wall, his antennas drooping. Karen knows Plankton isn't one for strangers, and his current condition has made him even more prickly. In the guest room, Hanna sets down her suitcase, her smile fading slightly as Karen closes the door. "I'm so sorry," Hanna says, her eyes filled with apology. "I didn't kno—" Karen waves her apology away. "It's okay," she says, her voice warm. "He's just a bit...sensitive right now." Hanna nods. "Can I ask you something, Karen?" Her voice is soft, tentative. "How did he...? Like why's he in a ca--" Karen cuts her off with a gentle smile. "It's a long story," she says. "But basically, he had an accident. It's just going to take some time." She looks at Hanna, her eyes filled with warmth. "And a little patience." Hanna nods, understanding. "I see," she says. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make him uncomfortable." Karen gives her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You didn't," she says. "He's just a bit...sensitive about it." Hanna nods, looking down at the floor. "But why does he have to wear that cast?" she asks, her voice hushed. Karen sighs. "It just helps his leg heal after surgery..." "He had surgery?" Hanna asks. "Yes," Karen explains patiently. "He had a pretty bad break, so the doctors had to do some fixing." Hanna's eyes widen with sympathy. "Oh no!" she exclaims. "Was it...painful for him during the surgery? Did he feel pain..." Karen's smile softens. "He's okay now," she assures her friend. "They gave him something so he didn't feel anything. They put him to sleep so he wouldn't feel anything." Hanna's eyes widen. "Oh, like a nap?" she asks, her voice high with curiosity. Karen nods. "Sort of, but not really. It's just a way to keep him comfortable during the surgery. It's a bit more complex than that," she says. "But yes, it's like a deep sleep." Hanna nods, her curiosity far from sated. "So, how did he break it?" she asks. Karen's eyes dart to the door, checking that Plankton isn't listening. "It was a little accident," she says, her voice low. "A...mishap. He tripped and hit a rock." Hanna's eyes widen. "Oh, no!" she says, her voice filled with concern. "Was it bad?" Karen nods. "It was pretty serious," she admits. "But he's going to be okay. The cast will keep his leg stable while it heals. He'll be in it for about a month." Hanna looks thoughtful. "A month," she repeats. "That's a long time." Karen nods. "It is, but he's strong. He'll get through it. Why don't we go back to the living room?" Hanna nods, her expression serious. They walk back to find Plankton sitting on the couch, his leg propped up on a pillow. He looks up as they enter, his expression unreadable. "So, what's the plan for the day?" Hanna asks, trying to lighten the mood as they re-enter the living room. Karen glances at Plankton, who simply shrugs his shoulders. "Well, we usually keep it pretty low-key around here," she says, forcing a smile. Hanna's eyes light up. "Oh, I don't mind," she says. "I'm happy just to help out." Plankton's antennae twitch. "Help out?" he asks, his voice sharp. Karen sighs. "Plankton, Hanna's going to stay with us for a bit," she says gently. "And we could use the extra hand." Hanna's smile doesn't waver. "It's no trouble," she says. "I'm happy to help with anything." Plankton looks at her, his expression skeptical. "Is that so?" he says, his voice cautious. Karen nods. "We could use the help," she repeats. "But what if I don't want to do anything?" Plankton asks, his tone challenging. Hanna's smile remains unbroken. "Then I'll just keep you company," she says. Her eyes flicker to the cast again, and Plankton feels his antennae stiffen. "Great," he says sarcastically. "A babysitter." Hanna's smile falters slightly. "I'm not a babysitter," she says, some defensiveness creeping into her voice. "I just want to help." Plankton sighs, his antennae drooping. "Fine," he says. "But I can take care of myself." Hanna nods, her cheerfulness bubbling back up. "Of course, Plankton," she says. "But it's always nice to have someone to ta-" Her words are interrupted by Plankton's groan. "Look, I appreciate the offer," he says, cutting her off. "But I don't need a babysitter." His eye narrows. "Underst--" "I know you don't need one," Hanna says quickly, her voice earnest. "But it's nice to have company, right?" Karen nods, her smile slightly strained. "Exactly," she says. "And Hanna's good company." "I suppose," he says begrudgingly. Hanna's smile brightens. "Great!" she says, her voice chirpy. "What should we do first?" Plankton sighs. "I don't know," he says. "How about a game?" Hanna suggests. Karen nods. "That sounds fun," she says, trying to keep the peace. "Why don't we play something easy?" Plankton grunts his assent, his eye scanning the shelves for a game. He settles on a card game. "This one," he says. Hanna claps her hands together. "Perfect!" she says, her excitement contagious. Karen brings over the card game, setting it up on the coffee table. Plankton's leg sticks out, the cast a stark reminder of his current limitations. Karen smiles. "Let's move to the floor to sit on," she says. With a grumble, Plankton shifts to the floor, his cast scraping against the rug. Hanna and Karen follow, sitting cross-legged. Hanna picks up the cards, her fingers deftly shuffling them. "What's the game?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. Plankton rolls his eye. "It's War," he says. "You know, the one where you just slap down the card with the highest number?" Hanna nods, understanding. "Oh, I love that one!" she says. Karen gives Plankton a look, silently willing him to be nicer. He sighs, his antennae drooping slightly. "Fine," he says. "Let's start."

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 13 They play for a few minutes in silence, the sound of slapping cards the only noise in the room. Hanna's cheerfulness begins to grate on Plankton's nerves, his antennae twitching with each of her exclamations of "Oh!" and "Wow!" every time she wins a round. Karen watches the exchange, her eyes flickering between them. "Plankton," she says softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't we take a break?" Plankton sighs, his antennae drooping. "I'm fine," he mutters. Hanna's smile doesn't falter. "It's okay if you need to—" He cuts her off with a glare. "I said I'm fine," he snaps, his voice tight. Karen squeezes his shoulder, her gaze firm. "Plankton," she says, her voice soft but firm. "Take a moment. We're all trying to make this work." Plankton huffs, his antennae stiffening. He knows she's right, but the cast on his leg is a constant reminder of his weakness, and Hanna's cheeriness is grating on his nerves. He takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his frustration. "Okay," he says through gritted teeth. "A break." Hanna's smile doesn't waver. "Great!" she says. "How abo---" Her words are cut off as Plankton swings his cast-covered leg around, wincing slightly as he does so. Hanna watches him, her concern etched on her face. "Careful," she warns gently. "I've got it," Plankton snaps, his pride bruised. He hobbles into his bedroom, his crutches echoing against the tiles. Karen sighs heavily, her eyes following him. "I'm sorry," Hanna says quickly. "I didn't mean to overstep." Karen shakes her head. "No, it's okay," she says. "He's just...going through a tough time." Hanna nods, her eyes filled with empathy. "I can see that," she says. "But he's lucky to have you." Karen smiles sadly. "Thanks, Hanna." They sit in silence for a moment before Karen stands up. "I'll go check on him," she says, leaving the living room. In the bedroom, Plankton is lying on the bed, his crutches leaning against the wall. He looks up as Karen enters, his expression unreadable. "You okay?" she asks, her voice gentle. Plankton shrugs. "I'm fine," he says, his voice clipped. Karen sighs. "You know, you don't have to be tough all the time," she says, sitting beside him. "We're all here to support you." Plankton turns his head to look at her, his single eye studying her face. "I know," he says, his voice softer. "It's just...embarrassing." Karen nods, her hand resting on his arm. "But you're not weak for needing help. It won't be forever." Plankton's eye blinks slowly, his antennae drooping. "I know, but it's just so...humiliating." Karen's grip on his arm tightens. "You're not weak, Plankton," she says firmly. "You're strong. You're going through a tough time, and that's okay." He looks away, his antennae waving slightly. "It's just...I don't like feeling so...so..." He struggles to find the words. "Vulnerable," she fills in gently. He nods, his eye closing. "Exactly." Karen's hand strokes his arm. "We all have our moments," she says. "It's okay to not be okay." Plankton's eye remains closed, his expression thoughtful. "Thanks," he mumbles, his antennae lifting slightly. They sit in companionable silence for a moment before Plankton sighs. "I'm just tired," he says, his voice weary. "Can we just...rest?" Karen nods, her face gentle. "Of course," she says. "Why don't you take a nap? I'll tell Hanna we're taking a break." She stands and leans over to kiss his forehead. "You're doing better than you think," she whispers. Plankton's antennae twitch. "Thanks," he murmurs, his voice soft. He watches as she leaves the room, his mind racing with thoughts. He's not used to feeling so... dependent. But he knows Karen's right. He needs to accept the help and move forward. With a sigh, he closes his eye and tries to comfortable, the cast on his leg feeling like a lead weight. The house is quiet, only the faint hum of the refrigerator breaking the silence. Plankton's mind wanders, thinking about his recovery. He's always been the one to push through, to never let anything hold him back. But this... this was different. He couldn't fight or scheme his way out of a broken leg. After a few moments of contemplation, his eye snaps open. The door creaks slightly as it opens. Hanna pokes her head in, her smile slightly more tentative than before. "Is it okay if I come in?" she asks softly. Plankton nods, his antennae still. "What is it?" Her cheeks flush slightly. "I just wanted to check on you," she says, stepping into the room. "And to...apologize." "For what?" he asks, his voice gruff. Hanna takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry if I was too enthusiastic," she says, her eyes meeting his. "I just wanted to m-" "Make me feel better?" Plankton finishes for her, his tone sarcastic. Hanna swallows, her smile slightly wobbly. "I guess," she admits. "I just didn't know how else t---" Her words are interrupted by a soft knock on the doorframe. They both look up to see SpongeBob peering in, his face etched with concern. "Hey, buddy," he says gently. "How are you holding up?" Plankton's antennae perk up slightly. "I'm fine," he says. Sponge Bob nods. "Well, if you need anything, just holler," he says before leaving. Hanna looks at Plankton, her eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry," she repeats. "I di-" "Don't," Plankton says, cutting her off. Her smile falters. "What?" "You're being a...jerk." He answers her. Hanna's eyes widen in surprise. "I'm sorry," she stammers. "I didn't mean to be...I just want to make sure yo--" "You're annoying, Hanna! I have enough to deal with without you pestering me," Plankton snaps, his antennae quivering with agitation. Hanna's smile fades, and she takes a step back, her eyes welling with hurt. "I'm sorry," she says again. "I-I-I-I…" But Plankton's not done. "You're just nosy." Hanna's eyes fill with tears, but she fights them back. "I'm just trying to be your friend," she says, her voice shaking. "Get out! I don't need you, and it's none of your business!" Plankton's voice is sharp, his antennae stiff with anger. Hanna's smile crumbles. "Plankton, I just—" she starts, but he interrupts again. "What? Just what, Hanna? You wanna just stick around and gawk at me, or are you gonna go?" His voice is bitter, and she can see the frustration boiling behind his eye. Her smile is completely gone now, replaced by a look of sadness. "You know, Plankton," she says, her voice shaky, "you don't have to—" "Don't tell me what I have to do!" Plankton yells, his small frame trembling. "I know what I need, and it's not you poking your nose into my business!" Hanna's hands clench into fists at her sides. "I'm not poking my nose in," she says, her voice strained. "I'm just trying to help!" Her words are met with silence. Plankton's eye narrows, his antennae quivering with rage. "You think you're helping?" he spits. "You're not. You're just making everything worse. Why can't you just leave me alone?" Hanna's lip quivers, but she squares her shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere," she says firmly. "I care abou–" "You don't care about me," Plankton snaps. "You just want to know what happened so you can be the hero that 'saved' me." His eye glares at her, his antennae vibrating with accusation. "Well, my life doesn't involve you, Hanna. So just stay out of it!" Hanna's eyes brim with tears, but she refuses to let them fall. "I do care," she whispers. "And I'm not trying to be a her-" But Plankton's interrupted her again. "You don't know anything about me," he says, his voice cold. "You're just here because Karen let you, but I don't want you here." Hanna's cheeks flush with hurt. "Plankton, I'm trying to be a good friend, but you're just pushing me aw-" "I don't need a friend like you," Plankton says, his voice hard. "Now get out." Hanna's eyes fill with tears, but she nods, turning to leave. He slams the bedroom door behind her. In the living room Karen looks up to see her, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "Hanna?"

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 14 Hanna wipes her eyes, her voice shaky. "I-I think I should go," she says. Karen stands up, rushing over to her. "No, wait. What happened?" she asks, her concern evident. Hanna sniffs, trying to compose herself. "He just... he doesn't want me here," she manages. Karen's face falls. "I'm sorry," she says, taking Hanna's hand. "He's just in a lot of pain. I know he can be difficult," she says gently. "But he's just scared and frustrated." Hanna nods, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I know," she says. "But I can't help if he won't let me in." Karen sighs, squeezing her hand. "Give him some time," she advises. "You are staying with us, and we all outta try getting along. I'll go and check on him." With a nod, Hanna releases Karen's hand and sits back down, her thoughts racing. She wonders if she's overstepped or if Plankton will ever accept her help. The silence in the room stretches out, filled only with the ticking of a clock on the wall. Meanwhile, Karen goes to their bedroom door. "Plankton?" she calls out softly. "Can I come in?" There's no answer at first, just the sound of his ragged breathing. She opens the door slowly, finding him sitting on the bed. His antennae are drooped and his eye is red-rimmed. "What?" he says, his voice harsher than he intended. Karen sighs, sitting down beside him. "Hanna's upset," she says simply. Plankton looks away, his antennae twitching. "Good," he says, his tone still icy. "I don't want her here." Karen sighs. "You know she's only trying to help," she says. "And she's not the only one. We all are." Plankton's antennae drop further. "I don't want any of this," he says, his voice smaller. "I don't want to be the one who needs help." Karen sighs, placing a hand on his arm. "But you do," she says gently. "And that's not a bad thing. How's the leg feeling?" Plankton glowers but doesn't pull away. "It hurts," he admits. Karen nods. "I'll get your meds," she says. When she returns, she finds Plankton still sitting there, his gaze fixed on his cast. "Here," she says, handing him the pill bottle. He takes them without a word, swallowing them quickly. Karen sits back down next to him. "You know, sometimes letting people in can make the hard times easier," she says. "Yet it's also fine if you'd like space." She kisses his forehead. "Now, rest.." Plankton's antennae lift slightly. "I don't want to be alone," he admits, his voice barely a whisper. Karen's eyes widen slightly, surprised by his vulnerability. "You don't have to be," she says, taking his hand. "We're all here for you." They sit in silence for a few moments, the tension in the room slowly dissipating. Then, with a sigh, Plankton leans into her, his antennae drooping against her shoulder. "Thank you," he whispers. Karen wraps an arm around him, pulling him closer. "You're welcome," she murmurs. "We're a team." As they sit there, the tension in Plankton's body gradually eases, his breathing slowing down. Karen feels his grip on her hand loosen, his eyelid flicker closed. The fight drains out of him, and he surrenders to sleep. Karen shifts, so he's more comfortable, pulling a blanket over his cast-covered leg. The soft fabric slides over the plaster, and she tucks him in. When she returns to the living room, Hanna's eyes are still red, but she's composed herself. "Is he okay?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Karen nods, sitting beside her. "He's asleep," she says. "But he's...going through a lot." Hanna nods, her own eyes welling up again. "What can I do to help?" she asks. Karen looks at her, her gaze thoughtful. "Just be patient with him," she advises. "He's not used to being dependent on others." Hanna nods, taking a deep breath. "Okay," she says. "How do you think I can be of help?" Karen smiles. "Just be there," she says. "And maybe find something that doesn't involve...babying him." Hanna nods determinedly. Later, Plankton wakes up, emerging out to the living room where Karen and Hanna sat, hobbling as he navigates with his crutches. "What are we watching?" he asks, his tone softer. They're on the couch, a movie playing on the TV, their heads close together as they whisper about the plot. Karen looks up, her smile genuine. "Just a little something to pass the time," she says, patting the cushion next to Hanna. "You wanna join?" Plankton hesitates, his antennae twitching. Then, with a sigh, he nods, moving towards them. Hanna looks up at him, her smile slightly tentative. "It's an adventure film," she says. "It's got a little of everything." Plankton eases himself onto the couch, his cast thumping against the cushions. He sits between them, his crutches propped against the side. Hanna's eyes dart to him before returning quickly to the television. Karen gives him a side hug, her hand resting comfortably on his shoulder. "Thanks," he murmurs. The film plays, and they sit in relative quiet, the occasional laugh or gasp filling the room. Hanna glances at him every so often. During a particularly intense scene, she reaches for the bowl of popcorn. "Want some?" she asks quietly. Plankton nods, extending his arm. She carefully picks out a few kernels, placing them in his hand. The gesture is small, but it feels like a peace offering. He munches on them, his gaze still on the screen, but his antennae relaxing. Karen notices the ease in the atmosphere and smiles to herself. Maybe this was what they needed, she thinks. As the credits roll, Hanna jumps up, her expression hopeful. "How about we play a game?" she suggests, her voice careful not to disrupt the peace. Plankton looks at her, his eye assessing. "What kind of game?" he asks, his voice still guarded. Hanna stands up. "How about something easy?" she says. "Like charades? It'll keep us entertained without being too strenuous for Plankto-" "I can still think, you know," Plankton snaps, his antennae waving in irritation. Hanna's smile falters, but she nods. "Of course," she says. "It's just that I don't wa-" "To sit around doing nothing," he finishes for her. "I know, I know. You just think it's all fun and games." Hanna swallows her retort, nodding. "Okay, I get it," she says. "How about something else? Maybe a puzzle?" Karen interjects, sensing the tension. "That sounds like a great idea," she says brightly. "Let's all do it together on the floor." With a grumble, Plankton starts to stand, using his crutches to balance his weight. Hanna quickly moves to his side, offering her arm for support. He glares at her. "I can do it myself," he snaps. Karen watches them, a smile tugging at her lips. "It's okay," she says, picking up a puzzle box from the coffee table. "Let's just get started." Plankton lowers himself to the floor, setting the crutches down. He grimaces, his leg muscles protesting as he shifts his weight to his good side. Using his arms for leverage, he crawls over to the space they've cleared for the puzzle. Hanna watches, worry etched on her face. "Do you want me to help? Here, le-" "I've got it," Plankton says quickly, cutting her off. He doesn't want to admit how much the simple act of getting to the floor has exhausted him. His pride won't allow it. With a grunt, he reaches the puzzle area and flops down, his cast scraping against the carpet. Karen sets the box down, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure you're okay?" Hanna asks. "I said I've got it," he repeats, his voice firm. He grabs a puzzle piece, his small hands shaking slightly as he tries to fit it into place. Hanna opens her mouth to protest, but Karen gives her a look, silencing her. They watch as Plankton struggles, his face contorted with effort. His leg feels like a dead weight, but he refuses to show.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 16 The following morning, Hanna is the first to stir, carefully rising from the couch. She pads down the hallway, her footsteps quiet so as not to disturb anyone. Her eyes catch the open door to Karen and Plankton's room, and she peers in, seeing Karen has just woken up. Plankton's sleeping soundly in his own bed, his cast sticking out from under the covers as he snores softly. "He's okay," Karen whispers, noticing Hanna's concern. Hanna nods, swallowing a lump in her throat. "I know," she whispers back. "But I just...wanted to check." Karen smiles, patting the bed next to her. "Why don't you sit down?" she says. "We can talk." Hanna sits, her eyes fixed on Plankton's sleeping form. His casted leg is propped on a pillow, and his antennae twitch slightly, as if he's dreaming. "So, how do we help him?" Hanna asks, her voice still hushed. Karen sighs. "We give him space and let him come to us," she says. "But we also need to be ready when he does want help." Hanna nods, thinking. "What was the surgery like?" she whispers. Karen smiles sadly. "It was a complicated one," she says. "They had to use bone glue to reattach his leg." Hanna's eyes widen. "Bone glue?" she repeats, her voice filled with horror. "It's a thing," Karen assures her. "It's not as scary as it sounds. They're just taking extra precautions to ensure he heals properly." Her curiosity still piqued, Hanna can't help but ask more. "What was it like when he was under?" she says, her voice barely a breath. Karen's expression turns serious. "It's a delicate procedure," she explains. "They had to make sure he was completely numb to the pain. That's why he was asleep." Hanna nods, swallowing hard. "But how?" she asks, looking back at Plankton. "They used general anesthesia." Hanna's eyes widen even more. "And what did he look like?" Karen sighs, knowing that Hanna's questions are a way for her to process what happened. "He was unconscious," she says. "They monitored him the whole time to make sure he was okay. As they first started the anesthesia as it kicked in, I knew Plankton was asleep as his breathing evened out and his movements stopped. It was...peaceful," she adds, her voice trailing off. "And upon waking up, I was there to help him understand." Hanna nods, taking this in. "And what was it like when he woke up?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. Karen looks at Hanna, her gaze filled with compassion. "He was confused at first," she says. "But I explained everything to him." Hanna nods, still staring at Plankton. "How do we talk to him?" she asks. "What can I do to make him comfortable?" Karen pauses, thinking. "Just be yourself," she suggests. "But maybe a little more...gentle. He's dealing with a lot of pain and frustration. Try not to take his snaps personally." Hanna nods, her eyes still on Plankton. "What else?" she whispers. "Well," Karen says, leaning in closer. "You could ask before doing, and just maybe not push so hard or make it to obvious that you're trying to help." Hanna nods, processing the advice. "And when he gets frustrated, what should I do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Karen smiles gently. "Just be there," she says. "Let him know you care without smothering him. Give him space to express his feelings, even if they're not pretty." In the quiet of the room, they both watch as Plankton stirs in his sleep. His antennas twitch, and his casted leg shifts slightly. "Is he okay?" she whispers. "Yes, he's just waking up," Karen says, standing carefully. "Let's give him some space." Hanna nods, getting to her feet as she leaves Karen and Plankton's bedroom. In the living room, she sits and takes deep breaths, trying to compose herself. She hears a shuffling noise from the hallway and Plankton hobbles in on his crutches, his cast a stark white. He lowers himself carefully onto the couch. "Morning," she says tentatively. He looks up, but doesn't respond. Hanna's heart aches, but she follows Karen's advice and doesn't push. Instead, she goes to the kitchen, preparing a glass of chum juice. When she brings it back, Plankton nods in thanks. They sit in silence for a moment before Hanna finally speaks. "I'm sorry for last night," she says softly. "I didn't mean to make you upset." Plankton looks at her, his expression unreadable. He takes a sip of his chum juice, the silence stretching between them. "I'll try to be more considerate," she says. Plankton sighs, leaning back into the couch as Karen comes in. "How's everyone doing?" she asks, forcing cheer into her voice. Plankton shrugs. "I'm okay," he says, his tone noncommittal. Karen exchanges a look with Hanna. "Why don't we watch something to keep our minds off things?" she suggests. The TV flickers to life, and the sound of laugh track fills the room. Plankton shifts uncomfortably, his cast a reminder of his new reality. Hanna sits next to him, keeping her distance but still close enough to be there if needed. Karen sits on the other side of him. They watch a sitcom, the laughter echoing in the quiet room. Plankton tries to concentrate, but his thoughts drift to his surgery, his leg, his new limitations. His antennae droop, and he takes a deep breath. Hanna notices his discomfort and shifts closer. "Do you want me to get you anything?" she asks quietly. Plankton's eye flits to her, and for a moment, he considers snapping again. But he swallows it down. "No," he says, his voice gruff. They continue to watch the TV, the forced laughter a stark contrast to the tension in the room. Karen clears her throat. "Why don't I get you your meds?" Plankton nods, his antennae drooping. "That'd be great," he mumbles. Hanna watches as Karen tends to him.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 20 The first sign of movement was his antennae. They twitched slightly, then more vigorously. His eye cracked open, looking around the room in a daze. "Wha- what happened?" Plankton croaked, his voice slurred. Karen and Hanna exchanged glances, both smiling nervously. "Remember you've just had a procedure," Karen explained. "The doctor removed the excess bone glue." Plankton's eye widened. "Oh," he said, his mind still fuzzy from the sedative. He looked around, taking in the white-walled room and the beeping machines. "Where am I?" he slurred, his eye droopy. Hanna chuckled. "You're still at the hospital, Plankton," she said. "In the recovery room." Plankton's gaze shifted to his bandaged leg, his expression still confused. "What's going on?" he murmured, his hand reaching for the bandage. Karen gently guided his hand back. "It's all right," she assured him. "You're okay." Plankton's eye focused on Hanna, then Karen again. "What's with the crutches?" he asked, his voice still groggy. "You broke your leg, remember?" Hanna prompted, trying not to laugh. Plankton's antennae twitched as he processed the information. "Oh yeah," he mumbled, his eyelid drooping. Karen chuckled softly. "Looks like the doctor was right," she said to Hanna, who nodded. "Let's see what else he has in store." Plankton's eye flitted around the room, his brain clearly still foggy from the anesthesia. "Is that... is that a jellyfish?" he slurred, pointing to a lamp in the corner. Karen laughed, shaking her head. "No, Plankton," she said, gently patting his hand. "It's just a lamp." Hanna covered her mouth to stifle her giggles. Plankton frowned, his thoughts still scattered. "Why are we laughing at me?" he asked, sounding slightly hurt. Karen leaned in, her smile reassuring. "It's just the medicine, sweetie. You're saying funny things," she said, keeping her voice soft. Plankton scowled, his cheeks reddening. "Well, I don't think it's funny," he grumbled, his leg shifting slightly under the bandage. Hanna moved closer, her eyes dancing with mirth. "We're not laughing at you," she assured him. "We're just happy you're okay." Plankton's frown deepened, his thoughts still jumbled. "But what if I say something I don't mean?" he asked, his voice weak. Karen squeezed his hand. "We know it's not you," she said. "It's the medicine." Hanna nodded. "You're safe with us," she promised. "We won't judge you." A nurse came in, checking his monitors. "Looks like you're coming around," she said, her voice cheerful. "How's the pain?" Plankton's expression grew serious. "It's bearable," he managed. The nurse smiled. "Good. We'll let you go home with Karen, and Hanna, with just your crutches; whenever you're ready." As the nurse left, Plankton turned to Karen. "So, what did I miss?" he asked, his eye half-closed. Hanna couldn't help but laugh. "You've been asleep," she replied. "But don't worry, we've got everything under control." Plankton frowned, trying to remember. "Let's get you home," Karen said, her voice soothing. Hanna gathered their things as Karen helped Plankton towards the exit. The sun was now fully up, its warm rays filtering through the hospital's large windows. In the car, Plankton leaned back, his bandaged leg sticking out. "So, who's driving me home?" he asked, his voice slightly slurred. "I am," Karen said, her eyes on the road. "And Hanna's coming with. She's gonna sit in the back with you." Plankton's eye flitted to the rearview mirror. "Hey, Hanna," he slurred. "You look okay today." Hanna blushed, her cheeks flushing pink. "Th-thank you, Plankton," she stammered. "But you're the one who just had surgery." He chuckled, his laugh sounding strange in the quiet car. "I know," he said. "But you're always so... so... cheerful. But don't tell my wife Karen!" Karen's grip tightened on the steering wheel, trying not to laugh. Hanna smiled. Plankton's head lolled to the side, his eye still half-open. "What was surgery like?" Hanna asked, trying to keep the conversation going. He took a moment to consider her question, then his expression brightened with a loopy smile. "It was like, poof!" he exclaimed, his hands gesturing wildly. "The doctor made me float!" He laughed at his own silliness, his eye half-lidded with sleep. "Plankton, you were asleep the whole time," Karen reminded him. "No, no," Plankton insisted, his voice gaining volume. "I swear! Suddenly my leg was fixed!" Hanna couldn't help but join his laughter, while Karen's smile grew. "Okay, okay," Hanna said, wiping a tear from her eye. "We believe you," she assured him. "You're quite the storyteller, even under the influence of anesthesia." Plankton's laughter subsided as his eyelid drooped again. His head nodded slightly, his eye blinking slowly. Hanna watched him. "Hey, I'm not tired." He says, to which Hanna chuckled softly. "Well Plankton, let's just see about tha-" He was out cold before she could finish her sentence as her words were cut off by his sudden snore, his head lolling against the car seat as his eye closed fully. Karen glanced back at him in the rearview mirror, her smile warm. "Looks like you've had enough excitement for one day," she said. Hanna nodded, her gaze lingering on Plankton's bandaged leg. With his snores echoing, they arrived home. Karen parked carefully in the garage. "We're home," she announced. Hanna unbuckled his seatbelt. "Let's get him up," Karen instructed, turning around to face her sleeping husband, for Plankton's snores grew louder. Gently, they nudged him. "Plankton, it's time to wake up," Hanna coaxed. His eye fluttered open. "We're home," she whispered. He nodded slowly, his eyelid drooping. "Kay," he mumbled. They both moved to help him out of the car, his crutches waiting by his side. Plankton leaned heavily on them, his cast leg feeling like a weight. Hanna offered her hand for support, which he took gratefully. His eye kept closing, his body fighting the urge to sleep. Karen guided him towards the house, her arm around his wobbling figure. They managed to navigate the short distance to the couch, his crutches scraping the floor with each step. "Almost there," Karen encouraged, her voice gentle. "Just a little more." With a final heave, they got him safely on the couch, his bandaged leg sticking out. Hanna grabbed a pillow and tucked it under his leg, her movements careful. Plankton sighed, his body sinking into the soft cushions. "Thanks, Hanna," he murmured. "No problem," she said, her voice light. Karen fluffed up the pillows and made sure he was comfortable before sitting beside him. "Movie night," she announced, her eyes twinkling. Plankton nodded, as Hanna sat on the other side of him. The movie started playing, the room bathing in the glow of the television. He looked over at Hanna, his antennae waving slightly. "Hey, look, that's my leg stand," he said, his eye half-closed. Karen couldn't help but laugh. Plankton attempted to reposition himself on the couch, his bandaged leg thumping against the cushions. "Whoa, this thing's like a log," he slurred, trying to lift it with his arms. Hanna giggled. "Let us help," she offered, taking his crutches and leaning them against the coffee table. The movie played on, a gentle hum of background noise. Plankton's head bobbed slightly, his eyelid drooping as he fought the pull of sleep. Karen noticed and shifted closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" she whispered. He nodded. "Mmhmm," he murmured, his antennae barely moving. "Just... I'm really ti-" Suddenly, his head lolled back and he was out again. Hanna's laughter filled the room. "Looks like the medicine's still got him," she said, smiling. Karen nodded, her hand still on his shoulder. "Poor thing," she whispered. They watched the rest of the movie in a comfortable silence, the sound of Plankton's snores providing a soothing backdrop to their evening.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 21 The next morning, Plankton stirred, his eye opening slowly. The sunlight streamed in through the living room windows, highlighting the bandage around his leg. He blinked a few times, his memory of the previous day coming back in fuzzy fragments. He looked down at the crutches by his side, his mind piecing together the events. "What happened?" he muttered, his voice hoarse. Karen emerged from the kitchen, seeing him awake. She smiled warmly. "How's the leg today?" she asked, approaching the couch. Hanna, who was already up, had sat down on the other couch. Plankton looked around, his gaze landing on his crutches. "It's... fine," he said, his voice groggy. He tried to sit up, but the pain shot through his leg, causing him to yelp. Hanna jumped up, rushing over to help support him. "Oh, be ca---" "I don't need your help," he snapped, his frustration boiling over. Karen watched the exchange with a knowing look. She knew his pride could be stubborn. "What happened?" he repeated, his antennae twitching with agitation. "Where's my... where's my...?" "Your cast," Karen finished for him. "It's off. The doctor replaced it with a bandage." Plankton frowned. "Why don't I recall..." "It's the medication," Hanna said gently, her eyes filled with concern. "It m-" "Don't tell me what I know," Plankton snapped, his voice sharp. Hanna took a step back, surprise etched on her features. "I just... I just wanted t---" "I don't need you telling me what I know about my own body," he continued, his eye narrowing. Hanna sighed, knowing his pride was wounded. "Plank-" "Let's not fight, you two," Karen interrupted, her tone firm but kind. Plankton looked away, his antennas drooping. "I just... I just don't remember," he mumbled, his voice smaller. Hanna knelt beside him, her expression softening. "You were under anesthesia, remember?" she said gently. "You might not remember much from the sur—" "I know what happened," Plankton snapped, his eye flashing with something that wasn't quite anger, but rather desperation. "Don't baby me, Hanna. Just... don't." Hanna's mouth dropped open, surprised by his harshness. "Plankton, I-I-I-I…" He cut her off, his voice getting louder. "I don't need you to tell me what I felt or what I said. It's my leg, my surgery!" Hanna took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Okay, okay," she said, her hands up in surrender. "I'm just trying to he-" But Plankton was already getting worked up. "Can't you just leave me alone?" he barked, his frustration mounting. Hanna stood her ground, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and sadness. "I'm only trying to help," Hanna said. "You're still weak from the surgery." Despite trying to tell him to take it easy, the word 'weak' hit Plankton. Hard. "I don't want you here," he said coldly, his voice eerily calm. Hanna's eyes widened, hurt shimmering in them. "Plankton, I'm not leaving, but w---" "You heard me," he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for discussion. "I don't need you." Hanna swallowed hard, trying to hold back tears. "But you're still recovering," she whispered. "I can't just leave you." Plankton's eye narrowed. "I said I don't want you here," he repeated, his voice like a knife. "You don't get to decide that, Hanna. You've already done enough." "But I--" "I said I DON'T WANT YOU HERE! Just get out." Hanna stood there, stunned by his words. She felt as though she'd been slapped in the face. Tears threatened to spill, but she held them back, her chest tight with hurt. Karen stepped in, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Hanna, maybe we should give him some space," she suggested, her voice calm. Hanna's eyes flitted to Karen's, searching for understanding. "He's feeling vulnerable," Karen explained gently. "The surgery, the recovery... it's all taking a toll on his pride. He's used to being the one who's in control, and right now, he's not. It's hard for him to accept help." Hanna nodded, though her eyes were still misty. "I just want to help," she murmured. Karen's gaze softened. "I know you do, Hanna. And you've been wonderful. But sometimes, when we offer help, it can accidentally make someone feel weaker." "I didn't mean to do that," Hanna said, her voice small. Karen gave her a comforting squeeze. "I know. But think about it from his perspective. He's always been so independent, so strong-willed. Now, he's stuck in a situation where he can't do everything himself. It's a blow to his ego." Hanna nodded slowly, understanding beginning to dawn on her. "But I was just trying to make sure he's okay. I didn't mean to say he's we-" "I know you didn't," Karen interjected quickly. "But to Plankton, those words might feel like you're questioning his strength." She paused, letting that sink in. "He's always been the one to pull himself up by his own bootstraps, figuratively speaking," she continued. "This whole experience has been a stark reminder that he's not as invincible as he'd like to believe." Hanna took a deep breath, nodding. "I see," she said finally. They watched as Plankton tried to shift his weight on the couch, his bandaged leg clearly causing discomfort. Hanna felt a pang of guilt for upsetting him, albeit unintentionally. With a heavy heart, she turned and headed towards their guest room, giving him the space as requested. The hallway felt cooler without his snappy retorts and quick wit. She knew his words were driven by pain and frustration, but they still stung. Once inside the guest room, Hanna sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed door. The silence was deafening, her thoughts racing. She hadn't meant to make Plankton feel weak, only to assist him in his time of need. It was clear, though, that she had inadvertently stepped on a sensitive area, one she had overlooked due to her own eagerness to support. In the living room, Karen walked over to Plankton, his breaths still heavy with frustration. "You know she didn't mean anything by it," she said softly. "She's just worried about you." Plankton's antennae twitched. "I know," he said gruffly. "But I can't have her seeing me like this." Karen sat down beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You're not weak, Plankton," she assured him. "You're just... Plankton. And it's okay to take it easy." He sighed, his body slumping into the couch. "I know it's just... I don't like being dependent on others." Karen nodded. "I know, baby. And you'll still always be the Plankton I fell in love with. Your my charming, clever, albeit tiny, troublemaker of a husband, and nothing changes that." He leaned into her, his expression softening. "Thanks, Karen," he murmured. Karen kissed his forehead. "Now, let's get you set up with some pain meds, okay?" Plankton nodded, his antennae drooping slightly. Karen returned from the kitchen with a glass of water and a small plastic cup holding his pills. She handed them to him carefully, her expression a mixture of concern and love as he took them. As the medication took effect, the pain in his leg began to ease. Plankton's eye started to droop, his body relaxing into the cushions. Karen pulled a soft blanket over him, his snores soon filling the room.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 23 "I can bring you some water, or maybe a snack?" Hanna ventured timidly. Plankton didn't look up from the book he had open in his hand. "I don't need anything," he muttered. "I've got Karen." The implication was clear: he didn't want Hanna's help. Hanna's heart dropped, but she swallowed her pride. "Okay," she said, her voice small. "If you c-" "Actually," Karen interrupted, "Could you help me in the kitchen?" Her tone was carefully neutral, but Hanna could read the silent plea in her eyes. She nodded, grateful for something to do, and followed Karen into the kitchen. Once they were out of earshot, Karen turned to face her. "Look, Hanna, Plankton's just going through a tough time," she said gently. "His pride is on the line here, and he's not used to being so dependent on others. Give him some time, okay?" Hanna nodded, wiping at her eyes. "But I just want to help," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I don't know what I did wrong." Karen gave her a sad smile. "You didn't do anything wrong, Hanna. He's just... struggling." Hanna nodded, understanding but still feeling the weight of his words. "I know," she said. "But it hurt-" Karen interrupted with a firm but gentle tone. "You can't take it personally. He's in pain, and his pride is bruised. What he needs right now is time to process and heal." Hanna nodded, wiping her eyes. "But what can I do?" she asked. "How do I make it right?" Karen squeezed her hand. "Just be there for him," she said. "And maybe give him some grace. Let him come to you." Hanna nodded, wiping her cheeks. "Okay," she whispered. "I'll try." They returned to the living room, where Plankton was with his leg propped up. He didn't look at them. Hanna took a seat on the floor near the couch, picking up a magazine to flip through. The silence was stifling, but she respected his wish for space. Karen went about the room, adjusting pillows, getting him a blanket, and making sure his water was within reach. She glanced at Hanna frequently, her expressions speaking louder than words. "Thanks, Karen," Plankton murmured after a while, his voice softer. Hanna took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "Is there anyth—" But Plankton interrupted again, his voice sharp. "I don't want anything from you," he said. Her heart sank, but she swallowed her hurt. "Okay," she whispered. "I'll just be here." But Plankton read his book, his face a mask of concentration. Hanna pretended to be engrossed in her magazine, but her eyes kept straying to him. The minutes ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity. Karen moved around the room, her movements careful and quiet, trying not to disturb the fragile peace. The silence was so heavy, it felt like it was pressing down on all of them, no words were exchanged. Hanna's magazine lay unread on her lap, her thoughts whirling. She desperately wanted to apologize, to make it right, but she knew she had to follow Karen's advice. Give him space, let him be. Plankton turned the last page of his book in the tense silence. With a heavy sigh, he set the book aside. His antennae twitched. He looked over at Hanna, who was staring at the floor. "Look, I can't have you thinking I'm weak." Hanna nods, her voice small. "You're not weak. You're just... recovering." Plankton's eye softened slightly. "I know," he said. "But I need you to see me as... capable. I can't have you looking at me with pity." "I don't pity you," Hanna said quickly, meeting his gaze. "I just want you to be okay." But Plankton wasn't convinced. His antennae drooped as he leaned back into the couch. "I know you mean well, Hanna," he sighed. "But sometimes your help feels like you think I can't do anything for myself." Hanna felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "That's not what I meant," she said. "I'm sorry." Karen looked between them, silence hanging heavy in the air. "Maybe we all just need to talk about it," she suggested. Plankton's antennae twitched again, but he didn't argue. He knew his behavior had been unkind, but his pride was still smarting. "Why do you want to talk about it?" he asked warily. Hanna took a deep breath, swiping at a stray tear. "Because I care about you," she said simply. "And I don't want to do anything that makes you feel small or weak. I just want to do the right thing for you." Karen nodded in agreement. "We're both just trying to navigate this new situation," she said. "And sometimes Hanna might mess up." Plankton's expression softened slightly. "I know you're trying," he admitted to Hanna. Plankton sighs. "But no more laughing about it." Hanna nodded quickly. "I understand," she said. "I'll be more sensitive next time." Karen sat down next to Plankton, taking his hand in hers. "We all need to learn to be there for each other in different ways," she said. "We're all a little out of practice with this." Plankton nodded, his gaze drifting back to Hanna. He knew she had his best interest at heart, but it was still difficult to swallow his pride. "I'll try to communicate better," he murmured. Hanna looked up at him, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. Karen cleared her throat gently. "Why don't we start with some exercises? The doctor said you can start anytime." she suggested, breaking the tense silence. Plankton's eye widened slightly, but he didn't protest. Hanna looked relieved, eager to help in a way that was truly beneficial. The three of them moved to the living room floor. "Let's start with some simple leg lifts," Karen said, demonstrating the motion. "It'll help with your strength and flexibility." Plankton grimaced but complied, his tiny legs shaking slightly as he lifted the one with the bandage. Hanna watched carefully, her face filled with concern, reaching out to steady his leg. "Not so fast, Hanna," Karen chided gently. "Let him do it himself." Hanna quickly withdrew her hand, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She felt like she was always stepping on his toes, literally and figuratively. Plankton managed a few halfhearted lifts before his leg dropped back to the floor. "See?" Karen said, her voice kind. "It's about building strength slowly." Plankton grunted but nodded, his face contorted with effort. "Let's try again," Karen coached, placing a pillow under his leg for support. This time, Plankton was able to lift his leg a little higher. "Good job," Hanna encouraged, her voice soft and encouraging. "I can see you're getting stronger already." Plankton gritted his teeth and managed a few more lifts before his leg gave out again. "Remember, it's about pacing yourself," Karen reminded him. "We don't want to push too hard too soon. The exercises are optional, they said." Plankton nodded, his face a mask of determination. "I know," he grunted, his small body shaking with the effort. "But I have to try." Hanna could see the exhaustion settling into his eye. He was so tired.. "Take a break," Hanna suggested gently. Plankton looked at her with a mix of gratitude and frustration. "Fine," he agreed, letting his leg fall back to the pillow with a sigh. Karen helped Plankton back to the couch, his crutches clattering as she guided his weight. His eye searched Hanna's face for any sign of pity, but found none. She was watching him with concerned respect. "Thanks, Karen," he murmured once he was comfortably propped up again. Hanna took a seat across from them, her hands clasped tightly in her lap tentatively. The room was quiet as Plankton caught his breath. The exertion had tired him more than he cared to admit. He closed his eye, his antennae twitching slightly. Karen sat beside him, her hand on his shoulder, offering silent support. Hanna watched from afar, her heart heavy with remorse. She longed to comfort him, but knew she had to give him the space he needed, as Plankton leaned his head back into the couch cushion. Slowly, his breathing evened out, and his body grew slack. His eye closed completely, and within minutes, his snores filled the room. Hanna exchanged a glance with Karen, who gave a small smile. They both knew that his nap was a sign of his exhaustion but also of his body's need to heal. The tension seemed to ease slightly with each snore that rattled from his tiny mouth. Hanna took this opportunity to approach the couch, her movements careful not to disturb his sleep. She retrieved the throw pillow from the floor and gently placed it under his leg. Then she sat down next to Karen, her hand reaching out to cover hers. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Karen squeezed her hand back. "It's okay, he'll come around." The two of them sat in silence, watching Plankton sleep. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his snores a comforting sound.

＃ＫｎｅｅＳｕｒｇｅｒｙ pt. 3 Sandy pulls out the guest bed in the next room. "I'll stay the night," she says. "You both need rest." Karen nods. "The doc said he might be sleepy for a day or to from the surgery, and also sent some pain meds for us which can also cause drowsiness, and that it's totally fine to let him nap. We'll give him the pain meds as needed." Plankton's snores deepen as Karen sits beside him, stroking his antennae as Sandy goes to the guest room. The next morning, the sun streams through the bedroom window, casting a warm light on the bed where Plankton sleeps, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. Karen watches him, his face relaxed, the tension of the night before smoothed away by sleep. His leg, encased in the cast, sticks out from the blankets. Sandy comes in after sleeping in the guest room. "How's he doing?" she asks. "Resting well. The doctor said it might take a couple of days for the anesthesia to fully wear off." Plankton shifts in his sleep, a low groan escaping him. Karen and Sandy exchange a quick look. "Plankton?" Sandy whispers, concerned. He opens his eye slowly, blinking against the morning light. "What...?" he mumbles, his voice gravelly from sleep. Karen smiles softly. "It's morning, sweetie." He looks down at his cast, the stark white against the sheets. "Oh...right." Karen understands. "I'll help you into the wheelchair." With a grimace, Plankton allows her to assist him. The movement jolts his leg, and he hisses in pain. "Careful," he murmurs, his eye half-closed. The nurse had warned them about the pain, and Karen's heart aches at the sight of his discomfort. Once seated in the wheelchair, they go out to the living room. Karen notices the stiffness in his movements, the way his antennae droop slightly. "You need anything?" Sandy asks, her voice full of care. Plankton battles to stay awake. "Some...chum?" he requests. Karen nods, heading to the kitchen. Sandy smiles. "I'll keep you company," she says, sitting down next to him. Karen returns with a bowl of chum and a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table within his reach. "Thank you," he murmurs, his eye still half-closed. The chum is lukewarm, but Plankton doesn't seem to mind. "So, what's the plan?" Sandy asks, her voice a gentle hum in the quiet room. "Rest," Karen says firmly. "And lots of it. The doctor wants him off his leg for a while." Plankton nods, his head lolling. "No...work," he says, his voice a sleepy protest. Karen smiles sadly. "No work, sweetie. You need to get better." He sighs, his eye drooping. "Okay." Sandy looks at Karen, silent understanding passing between them. This was going to be a long process, and they'd have to be patient with him. Plankton was not one to sit still. Karen watches as Plankton picks at his chum, his energy clearly flagging. She knew he needed more than just rest; he needed mental stimulation to keep his spirits up. "How about we watch a movie?" she suggests. His eye lights up, just a flicker, but it's enough. "Sounds good," he says. They settle on a classic underwater adventure film, the kind that always makes them laugh. Karen adjusts the wheelchair, ensuring his leg is comfortable. Plankton's eyelid flutters as the movie starts, his interest piqued despite his sleepiness. Between bites of breakfast and sips of water, Plankton starts to nod off. The film's heroic theme music fills the room, the vibrant colors flashing across the TV screen. Karen pauses it, noticing his eye drift closed. "Why don't you take a-" But Plankton waves her off, his eye snapping open. "No, I'm okay. Let's watch." His determination is admirable to both Karen and Sandy, yet it's clear he's fighting a losing battle. He's trying so hard to stay awake, not wanting to miss a moment of his first day of recovery. Sandy keeps the conversation light, talking about the latest news while Karen watches her husband's energy wane. "You should take this pain pill," Karen suggests after a while, holding out the bottle. Plankton shakes his head stubbornly. "No, I don't want to sleep all day." Karen sighs, knowing it's a battle she'll have to win. "It's not just for pain, love. It'll help you relax." He finally relents, swallows the pill with a sip of water. The minutes tick by, and Plankton's eyelid grows heavier, his head nodding against the wheelchair. "Come on," Karen says softly, "Let's get yo--" Plankton jolts up with a start, his antennae springing forward. "What? What is it?" Sandy smiles kindly. "It's just us, Plankton. You were nodding off." "Oh..." His voice is faint, and Karen can see the effort it takes for him to stay conscious. The TV flickers, the images on the screen becoming a blurry backdrop to their concern. "Why don't we–" "I'm fine," Plankton insists, his voice a slur. Karen and Sandy exchange a glance, knowing he's fighting a losing battle against the painkillers' sedative effects. "You need to rest," Karen persists, her voice firm yet gentle. Plankton's eye closes for a brief moment, then snaps open again. "No, I'm...I'm okay." But his words are barely out when his head lolls back, his snores a soft counterpoint to the movie's dramatic score. Karen reaches over, stopping the TV with a sigh, shaking her head with a smile at Plankton still in the wheelchair, his head tipped back, snoring quietly. "Looks like he's not going anywhere for a while," Sandy says, her voice carrying a hint of amusement as she pulls a blanket over him, tucking his stuffed bear under his arm by the wheelchair's armrest. They both watch him sleep for a few moments before continuing their chat. The house is filled with the comforting sounds of their voices, Plankton's snores, and the distant hum of the refrigerator. "How are you holding up?" Sandy asks, her eyes on Plankton's peaceful face. "I'm okay," Karen replies, her voice a whisper in the stillness of the room. "But it's hard to see him like this." Sandy nods. "He's a tough guy. He'll be okay. And we're here to help." Karen nods, a grateful smile playing. They decide to let Plankton sleep for a bit, his body needing the rest to recover. Sandy heads to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes, while Karen reclines on the couch, her eyes still on her sleeping husband. The quiet is a stark contrast to the chaos of the night before, yet it's a comforting silence.

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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 19 𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Plankton's body continues to shake, his breaths quick and shallow. Karen takes over, her hands gentle as she guides him out of the chair, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness. "I'm sorry, ho-" But Plankton also fears Karen now because of her restraining him. He jolts at her approach. "Plank..." Karen's voice trails off, her expression one of pained realization. "I'm sor-" But Plankton's fear of Karen has grown. She's the one who held him down too, who forced him to endure the unbearable. His antennae flatten against his head, his body shaking as he tries to move away from her. "Don't," he whispers, his voice a rasp of fear. "Don't touch me." Karen's eyes fill with sorrow, her hand hovering uncertainly in the space between them. "Plankton, sweetie, it's okay," she says, her voice trembling. "It's just a misunderstanding." But Plankton's terror is too strong, his memories too fresh. He flinches at the sound of her voice, his antennae quivering. "Karen," he whispers, his voice a shaky plea. "Please... don't." His eye is wide with fear, his body stiff with tension. Karen's heart breaks, the pain in his gaze a stark contrast to the warmth she'd felt in his smile just hours before. "It's me," she says, her voice thick with regret. "It's Karen." Yet Plankton's body jerks away from her as if she's a danger to him, his antennae flattened in a protective stance. Karen's eyes fill with sorrow as she takes a step back, her hand dropping to her side. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I di-" But Plankton's fear is a living entity now, a creature that has latched onto him and won't let go. He stumbles backward, his legs shaking as he tries to put distance between them. "No," he whispers, his voice trembling. "You're not my Karen. You're... you're not safe!" Karen's eyes fill with sorrow, her heart aching. She'd never wanted to be a source of fear for Plankton. "Sweetie, I'm right here," she says, her voice a gentle caress. "I'm not going to hurt you." But her words bounce off the invisible barrier his fear has built. Chip watches from the doorway, his own fear mirroring his dad's. He wants to rush in, to make everything right, but he knows that would only make it worse. So he stands, frozen, his fists clenched at his side. The room is a tableau of despair, Plankton's sobs echoing off the cold, sterile walls. Karen's eyes are wet with unshed tears, her hand still reaching out, even though Plankton's retreating from it. "Do yo--" Her voice catches as she sees his fear, a raw emotion that she's never seen directed at her before. "Plankton, baby," she whispers, "it's me. I'm never going to hurt you." But Plankton's eye is wild, his antennae a frantic blur. He stumbles backward, his body colliding with the wall behind him. "No," he cries out, his voice raw with panic. "You're not! You just... You just hurt me!" Karen's hand falls to her side, defeated. The reality of the situation crashes down on her, a cold, hard weight. She's hurt the one person she'd sworn to protect, the one who needs her understanding the most. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, tears sliding down her cheeks. "I didn't mean to..." But Plankton's fear has consumed him, turning him into a creature of pure instinct. He presses his back against the wall, his antennae flat against his head, his body shaking with sobs. "Don't," he whispers, his voice a desperate plea. "Please don't ever do that again." Karen's heart breaks into a thousand pieces, each one sharp and jagged. She can't bear the thought that she's the reason for his fear. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she says, her voice trembling. "I didn't understand. I'll never do anything to scare yo-" But Plankton's sobs only grow louder, his antennae trembling with every intake of breath. "You said it would be okay, even when it wasn't," he whispers, his voice a broken whisper. Karen's eyes fill with regret, her heart heavy with the weight of his pain. "Sorry," she says, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I-I-I-I…" The room feels like it's shrinking, the air thick with the scent of fear and antiseptic. Karen tries to find the right words, anything to break through the panic that has swallowed her husband. "I didn't know," she whispers, her eyes searching his for understanding. "But now I do, and I'll never let anyone do that to you again." Jill clears her throat. "I'll go get the main dentist." She walks out of the room. The silence is deafening, the echo of Plankton's sobs the only sound. Karen moves slowly toward him, her steps soft and deliberate. "Shh, it's okay," she whispers, her hand outstretched. "I'm here." Plankton's antennae twitch, but he doesn't push her away. Instead, he leans into her, his body seeking the comfort of her touch.

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June🌸

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ᵀᵉʳᵐᶤᶰᵒˡᵒᵍʸ ᴹᵒᶰᵒᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᶤᶜ – ᵐᵘˡᵗᶤᵖˡᵉ ⁽ᵗʸᵖᶤᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʷᵒ⁾ ᶠᵉᵗᵘˢᵉˢ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖˡᶤᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᶤᶰᵍˡᵉ ᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᵉ ᴰᶤᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᶤᶜ – ᵐᵘˡᵗᶤᵖˡᵉ ⁽ᵗʸᵖᶤᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʷᵒ⁾ ᶠᵉᵗᵘˢᵉˢ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʷᵒ ᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᵉˢ ᴾᵒˡʸᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᶤᶜ – ᵐᵘˡᵗᶤᵖˡᵉ ᶠᵒᵉᵗᵘˢᵉˢ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʷᵒ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶻʸᵍᵒᵗᵉˢ ᵀᵉʳᵐˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘˡᵗᶤᵖˡᵉ ᵇᶤʳᵗʰˢ ᶤᶰ ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰ ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉˡʸ ᵈᵉʳᶤᵛᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᴸᵃᵗᶤᶰ ᶰᵃᵐᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᶰᵘᵐᵇᵉʳˢˑ ᵀʷᵒ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ ⁽ᵗʷᶤᶰˢ⁾ ᶤˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒᶰ ᶠᵒʳᵐ˒ ⁹ ⁽ᶰᵒᶰᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ⁾ ᶤˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉˢᵗ ᶰᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉˢˢᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᶜᵃʳʳᶤᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵗᵉʳᵐ ᵃᵗ ᵒᶰᶜᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ᶜʰᶤˡᵈʳᵉᶰ ˢᵘʳᵛᶤᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵒᶰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ ᵒˡᵈˑ ᵀʷᵒ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵗʷᶤᶰˢ ᵀʰʳᵉᵉ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵗʳᶤᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᶠᵒᵘʳ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵠᵘᵃᵈʳᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᶠᶤᵛᵉ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵠᵘᶤᶰᵗᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ˢᶤˣ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ˢᵉˣᵗᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ˢᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ˢᵉᵖᵗᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᴱᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵒᶜᵗᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᴺᶤᶰᵉ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᶰᵒᶰᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᵀᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᴱˡᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵘᶰᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᵀʷᵉˡᵛᵉ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵈᵘᵒᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᵀʰᶤʳᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵗʳᶤᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᶠᵒᵘʳᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵠᵘᵃᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᶠᶤᶠᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵠᵘᶤᶰᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ˢᶤˣᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ˢᵉˣᵈᵉᶜᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ˢᵉᵛᵉᶰᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ˢᵉᵖᵈᵉᶜᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᴱᶤᵍʰᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᵒᶜᵗᵈᵉᶜᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᴺᶤᶰᵉᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᶰᵒᶰᵈᵉᶜᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ ᵀʷᵉᶰᵗʸ ᵒᶠᶠˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ – ᶤᶜᵒˢᵘᵖˡᵉᵗˢ

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absolute infinty 🅱

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2012/9/8

"STOP DOING THIS STUFF! I AM TEN AND I WAS LOOKING FOR CUTE EMOJIS THAN I SAW THIS, WHAT IS THIS PLEASE STOP I AM TRAMATIZED 😭" then don't search fir shut you fucking dumbass <3( ^ω^ )*𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴*

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