Published: May 28th, 2023
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{Socks PoV}

I walked over to the front door where someone had knocked, I don't recall asking anyone to come over. And when I asked, Blaza said he hadn't had anyone come over either. It may have just been deliveries or the mail?

I opened the door to see someone dressed in mostly black with their face shadowed, not speaking a single word for a few seconds.

"Hello.. SocksFor1..."

I don't recall my agency ever giving away my address at all, and no one close to me either sounded like this or called me by my full name. I had absolutely no clue who this could have been other than a weird fan who found my address, no matter. They were usually easy enough to deal with.

"My apologies, who are you?"

"You don't need to know that."

"Uhhm.."

The person took a step forward towards me, I wanted to close the door, but they were right there in the doorway so I couldn't do anything. Even more concerning, the door blocking the entryway to the rest of the house was closed and behind me, so I couldn't open it nearly as quickly or safely if things got bad.

"I-I'm sorry, but what are you here for..?" I stuttered, but tried to push out my nervousness.

"You."

"I don't understand.."

"I've seen you with that boy, you've lied to us all."

"..."

"Repeatedly telling all of us that you loved us.. but then you go off with some random boy!?"

The mysterious person was now almost yelling, I was getting extremely nervous but tried to hold a calm facade in case that might change their mind.

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, he's just a friend."

"Tsk.. no need to lie SocksFor1.. you've gotten away with it for far too long."

"I-"

Before I could say anything, the person lunged straight at me, and before I could make any move to defend myself at all, I felt sharp pain in my stomach, followed by piercing pain shooting through my body.

The knife was removed from my stomach as I stumbled backwards into the wall, I could hear slurred mumbling though the noise if the knife slipping from the person's hand.

"WhathaveIdoneWhathaveIdoneWhathaveIdone..."

I tried my hardest to speak, even if there was mass amounts of blood now dripping from my stomach.

"I-I'm sorry.. for disappointing you.. and anyone else.."

"..."

The person showed no regard for me, only being driven mad by the realization of what they had done.

"I thought... pretty lies were what everyone wanted in this industry.."

"..."

"I guess.. I was wrong..."

The shadowed person stumbled backwards, staring directly at where they had stabbed me, clearly regretting the decision they made. They spun around and left immediately, leaving the knife laying on the ground by my feet as I closed the door, my eyes growing heavier and heavier by the second.

I painfully walked over to the door, shut it and locked it. My legs couldn't handle supporting me anymore, they gave out and I slid down the door into a sitting position.

I was left in the blood-covered room, definitely not making it out alive.

Unless I could somehow..

Get.. Blaza to..

Help...

My eyes blinked shut until my mind went blank, and the pain went away.. everything went... away...

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{Blaza PoV}

Socks was taking awfully long with whatever he was doing in the entryway. I brushed it off and thought he may have been getting packages inside or talking to someone.

But when I went to his house those times he never really took long at the door, especially when packages were being delivered. Something was definitely off, I got off the couch and decided I would go see if he needed help with something.

As I was walking to the entryway I noticed that it was very quiet, not any signs of talking or boxes scraping the floor, not even the crinkle of an Amazon package being held or unpacked..

I turned the doorknob and opened the door to s-

...

...

The entryway walls had blood spots on them, there was blood on the floor with a sharp knife laying abandoned on the ground, the last thing that I hadn't seen, but I assumed the worst since the door was blocking it.

I stepped in the room with my eyes firmly shut and looked at where my entire body was telling me not to.

There he was, with a lethal stab wound right through his stomach. I didn't want to believe it, I wanted to convince myself it was just a nightmare, but this was real.

I went over to Socks's lifeless body, I needed to check if his heart still had a pulse, that would be enough to keep me stable enough to deal with this.

A few seconds later and relief washed over some of my worry, his heart was still beating, not well.. but definitely still going. I pulled out my phone and called the emergency service number.

After a short phone call that seemed like forever, I had scooted Socks away from the door and was gently holding my hand against his neck to keep making sure his heart stayed vital until he could get medical help. If not, I don't even know what I would begin to do.

I heard distant sirens and got up to open the door, despite the situation, I was actually calm about this, that would probably bite me later but as long as Socks survived, nothing else really mattered.

"Ngh.."

I looked down and saw Socks's eyes trying to force open, blood still dripping out of his mouth as he looked up at me.

I heard him try to say something but gave up, I assumed he didn't have the energy or strength to talk. I heard the sirens close around the house so I picked up Socks, he was unsurprisingly light considering how much blood he had lost.

I saw an emergency medical team with some sort of bed-like thing on wheels, I helped them get Socks on the bed thing and into the ambulance, one of the workers helped me inside and the two workers took observation of Socks's condition.

"Mr. Bee how long has he been losing blood?"

"Around 5-7 minutes."

"..He may need to go into emergency surgery considering the organs that have been damaged..."

The two workers chatted back and forth with instructions and eventually they both sat down. They tried to console me as much as they could, but it was starting to get to me. It really just hit me how much this would effect everything. I had only known Socks for around 2 months and I already cared so much for him, but why?

Thoughts raced through my mind and I couldn't do anything, I firmly closed my eyes and pretended my mind was blank.

"*Cough* B-Blaza..?"

I snapped out of my thoughts as soon as I heard my name, I saw Socks's warm brown eyes looking back me, the breathing mask that has been put over his mouth now coated in blood.

I couldn't find words to say, or even actions to do, I just stared blankly at him, I didn't know what to do at that point. That was before the one worker that wasn't replacing the mask brought my hand to his. Socks tried to force a smile through his daze of pain and semi-consciousness.

It was then that I truly realized how much I cared for him, what was really a two month friendship felt like years of me knowing him.

...

A while later and I was in a guest room of the E.R, my thoughts were blank for once, there was a kind nurse sitting beside me, keeping me company while the office called other people. The hospital had also given me new clothes as mine were previously covered in blood.

I really appreciated the nurse's patience with me, she answered my questions to the best of her ability and informed me on how the surgery was coming along. It was also nice to have the company while I was the only one there. That was until more people showed up, Tbh, a sleepy but very concerned Meme, Ally, Joocie and some other random man in a suit.

Tbh immediately ran up to me and hugged me very tightly, Meme awkwardly stood to the side with a troubled look.

"I-I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Blaza." Tbh said after breaking his hug and looking at me.

I tried to avoid his eyes, I didn't feel like actually interacting with people who weren't just trying to get their paycheque in. Meme seemed to be the only one who noticed this, and kept to the side, not talking to me but showing he cared.

My mind blanked out, pushing out the sounds of chatter, medical equipment or the electronic beeping from other rooms, all that was crossing my mind was that room. I couldn't stop thinking about it, my mind raced with thoughts of how I could've helped.. I could've even been quicker at least.

Tbh noticed my harsh breathing and snapped me out of my head. "Blaza! Are you okay?"

"Uh.. yeah... I guess I am."

"This is hard for all of us, trust me."

"You could have done something, Blaza."

"..."

"You could have helped."

"..."

"Psst. Blaza, I know that look. Stop blaming yourself." Meme whispered from beside me, was he some sort of mind-reader?

"̶B̷l̴a̶z̷a̴,̵ y̵o̵u̸ c̵o̴u̶l̴d̸ h̴a̶v̷e̸ d̶o̶n̶e̵ s̶o̵m̸e̷t̴h̸i̵n̷g̸.̷"̴

"S-shut up."

"̷͗̊́̏͜H̷͗͘̚e̸̟͈̟ c̷͉͙̰̝̺o̷̘̜̭ứ̸̯̪̜̳̈͂̓l̶͕̖̝̆̍͋̚d̵͕͕̜̜̻ b̶͈͂e̵̳̙͇̥͙̾̇͐͝ d̸̡͉̪̩́̆͠e̴̒a̵̬͐̆̀̌́͟ͅd̶͎̗͊͂ b̵͇̞͉̿̏͑͠e̶͉̘̫̮̐͂͡c̴̛͙̀̾ã̶̩͖u̸̙͚s̶͈e̷̟͖͊̄̈́͑́ͅ ÿ̵͕͇̙́͟o̷̻̳̬̒͜͝u̷͎̠̤̬̳̽̇͐̋͛ d̴̜̩̀͆̒͛̍ȉ̴̦̗͑͑d̷͚͈́͑n̵̫̻͒͑̿'̵̫̣̭̺̦͌t̸̩̰͙̎̅͘ d̸̤̮̳͖̉̐̒̈o̵̮̭ a̸͓̬n̴̮͍̮͉̈͐ͅy̷̲̲̜͊͟ṭ̵̠̄̃̈́́̓h̷̩͌̇͟i̵̊̈́̍n̵̎͆̉̀̊g̴̼͓͚͡.̴͇̔͌̈́̇.̶̾̂͗͝"̶̉̈͋͘͝

"He's.. not dead.. stop."

"̷̬̘̜̣͖̞͕͇H̸̢̝̹̙͋͌͐o̸̱̫̥͚͊̒̾͂̑͌̉̐͠w̶̙̜̥͓̳̳̕ w̶̞͂̃̍̽̕ö̸̡̧̧͈̠́̇̆͊̐̕͝u̴̟͚̗̠͎̿̏̋͜͜l̵͚͍̬͒͆̋̒͒̀̆d̶̖̟̙͙̾̉̾̓̀̀̂͘̕ ỹ̴͓̩͇̯͎̱͑͟õ̷̥͔̩͍̼̺̬̀ü̵̮̒͋͊͌̽̕͝ k̶͕͚̤̿͜n̶̟̍͒̊̔͑̾o̵̓̈́̚̕w̵̤?̷͙̲̗͍̾ M̸͎͚̩̼͉͋ͅͅa̷͖̩̬͍̼̙̮͑̈́̆̏b̵̢̛̦̠͕̗̟͚͆̌̋̆̚͝y̷͗̃̈́̆̊͊͝e̵̅̇͆̌̚͡͡͝͠ į̷̟̖̳͚̥̳͌̿̓̓͝f̴͊̍̅̏͠ h̴̉̓͑̕͡ě̸̪̳̮̲̘͚̐͋̈́͡ ḩ̶̖͈͇͈̲͆̔̈́́̓͝ã̶̛͎̦̥̝͈͌̀̈́̌́̓͘d̴̰̙̞͕̆̅̀̊̂̆̈́͗͝ņ̸̲̦͙̗̟̳̥͜'̴̮͙̦̝͓̮̩̅̃̒͂͛͂̌͝ţ̶̗͓̓͂̐͛͋͆̅̀̈ b̴̤̻e̵̺͎͇͕̖̻̖̓̒́̎̔̌̔̓̿ë̸̛̠͚͚́̌͐́̒̕͠n̶̪͍̻̻̏̔̈̔̃͊̿͐̋ ĺ̷̄̃̉͘͝͠͝o̴̢̜̣͐̀͒̉͜s̶̪͈̰̳͈̖̯̗į̶͚̮̓n̷͐͗͊͡ǧ̷̽͆̓ b̶͔̹̀l̵̨̢͎̜̲̾̈́́̾̄̀̎͝ö̶̱̺̩́͂̂̔͊̇́o̶̼̪͍̟̦̘͕̣̍̆d̴̪͉̳̣̀͆̄̂͝͡ f̶̣̲̒̚͝ǫ̶̝͈͓͈̠͜ř̸̥̔̚͘ s̴̀̑̿̀̔̆͘͝͝o̶̟͎͍̙̾̀͊́͌͜ l̸̪ȍ̶̱̦͙̥̗̔̈n̶͚̙̎̓̓͡͡g̸̪͍̬̮̮͕̭̔͝ ẖ̴͙̥̜e̶̬̓̈̑ c̷o̷u̸̢̹̍̔́͗̔́͌͒͝ḷ̸̢͙̫̝̮͖̼͋̀̾̈́̔̊͘͜͡d̷̗̯̏̽̂̈́̕ s̷̭͖̮̫̲͉͌̊̋̓̅̈̾̈͝ͅu̶̪̬̥̯͛̓̕͝r̵̡̞͔̪̞͙͎̪͆̓͗̋͡͝͝v̸̨̖͚͈̜͕̩̑͝ĩ̷̧̡̦͖̦̱̺̘̘͑̋͒̃v̶̽̉̄̆̀ệ̸̣̣̄͛̎͝.̵͉̳̇͆̒̒̍̈̽͒͝.̸̢̧̻̣͖͙̐̀͐"̴̡͚̩͈̳͓̱̏͛͐̇̋

"..."

"̴̭̘̖̣̣̐̍͆ͅY̶̛͙͐̇͋̎͆̄̐͑͆͡ò̷̯̓͛u̵̹̔͠ l̷̡̤̩̹͕̪̫̣̫̋ö̵͇̺͎̪̪̓̎͛́̊̈͝v̸̛͕̫͑̾̈́͛̉̏̆̈́̃͗́̾͘͝ë̵̬͓̻̼́́̅̐̂͛̚͝͡͝ h̸̨̧̼͔̠̯͈̫̗̭̬̙̰͑͗̀̀̿̓̔̈̚͟͡ͅḭ̸̼͓͔͙̳̖̙̙͓̪ͅḿ̶͉͐̍͑,̵̢͔̭̗̝̗̗̝̟̖̍̋̒ d̸̖̒͌͒̆̏͌̌͝o̵̧͓̞̅͛́̈́̈́͂̏̈̎̊̈͒̚͟͡n̴̈̾̍̍̊̇͌̈̅̑̀̽́̈̕'̵̧̢̡̛̫͈̫̮̯͉̪͖̝̜̘̽̓̅̍̐́͡͝͡ţ̸͍̥̱͖͓̝̰̤̻͉̪̙͂̿̈́ͅ y̶̼͊̎͂̄̊̄́̐ơ̸̧̨͇̜̹͇̓̈́̄̈́̈̚͡͝ͅu̵̻̜̔͗̕͝?̷̡͙͓̤̜͎̤̬͔̎̓͋̅̉͌̌͗͘͝͝ͅ"̸̧̪͈̔̌̅͋̏͒̈̕͘͟

"..."

"̷̮̹̯͕̺̜̥̆͋̈́H̶̨̢̛̬̗̩͚͉̹̺̰̞̳̘̳͈̬̤̉̈́̌͆̾̉̋͒̀͗́̽́̎͘͜͠e̴̛̪̍̈́͗̀̑͌̈́͋̕ ḑ̶̧̤̙̣̙̄͜ỏ̷͙͎̫̰͖̦͘e̴̢͗̈͆̈́́̐s̸̡̧̹͖͕̠̭̮̜̤͍̯̺̆̆̑̍͑̐̈̎̋̚͝n̴̥͓̗̙̝̖̰̯̣̬̯̊̒̑̌̉̆̉̓̽̌̆͗̓̿̏͐̈̕͟͠͝'̶͖͙̫̞̲̈́ţ̵̰̺̻̜̤̹̟̺̦̳̟͙̠͖̝̞̄̎͋̈͐͗͗͜͠ l̴̺̝̯̯̗̀͂͐͌͆̉̃͠͠͝o̸͙v̸̟̱̪̲̈́̒̂̋͌̔̉͗͋̿ͅe̸̡̡̮̲̪̠͙̩͚͉͇͓͖͓̞̒͊͋ͅ y̶̤̭͖̤̲͍̎́͂̉͌̈̆̒̑̅̎͆͊͐͗̎͘̚͜͝o̵͖͔̪̜̬͎͙̪̒̀͛̑̀̋̓̄̋̅̚̚͟͠͝͝ͅͅư̸̘̝̺͈̈̒͆͋̒̔̈͟͡͠.̷̨̛̩͓̠̮̜̜̝̮̦̏̌͛͛͒̒͂̿͑̾̚"̴̙͖͚̼̤̹̘̖̮̟͇͕̳̜̗̏̚

"SHUT UP. I KNOW THAT ALREADY."

"̸̡̛͉͖̹̝̠̘͈̊̿̈͛̃̔̏̓̇̒̐̓̈͋̔͐̆̕͠D̴̢͓̘̓͌͒̽͂̄̋̀͂͑̇̌̕͜͝͝ͅô̴̩̱̮̺̓̄̏͂̿̇͆̒͒͌͜͡͝͡ ỷ̵̛͕͕͗̈͐͗ơ̵̦̦̤̞̮̩̝̣͆̈͌̍̾̊́͛̀̏̀̅̐̍̂̀͒̍̆̂͛̚ŭ̴̧̨̨̮̺̤͖̫̹̦̺?̷̛̛̝̥̝̥̞͎̼͖̗̮̟͆̾͛̎̀͂̊͛̂̀̄̽̅́̕͟͝͡͝ͅ I̴̛͓͙̟̦̳̦̹̋͐́͘'̵̨̢̧̢͍̬͔̜̙͇̞͍̝̝͔̮̠̮̱̠̗̉̾̿̉͟͟m̷̡͖͎̖̬̬̮̼̳̅̾̓͑͌͗̉̊̇̎̓̌̂̒͗̏͗̆̑̃͝͝͝ j̶́̈́̈́̽̇̓̓́́̋̿̚u̴͖̲̔͒s̸̨̥͖̘͎̩̯͖͉̫̯͕̟̽̏́̆̿͜͟͠ͅt̸̡̖̜̦̬̘̠͎̝̳̥͈̭̤̥̖̮̞̟̐́̃̔̊̒̄̐̽̋̆͊̆̃̚̚͟͝͠͝ s̴̜̱̞̈̈́́̀͟͜ͅo̷͓̬̳̙͍̮̳̩̙͖̜̤͆̂̃͟ͅm̸̡̮̳̭̟̞̙̮͚̟̯̥̝͕̥͓͐̈̔̈́͛͂̓̾͛̆̀̽̿̚͡e̶̥͍͎̜̖̱͓͂̃̿͗͌̐̈̌͋͌̎̈́̆̾͗̆͘ͅ v̷̧̧̫̻͉͚̣̜͈̙̲̠̺̥̯̯̦̪̏͑͌̈́̈͝o̷͈̐̏̃̏̉̏̒̎i̶̡͎̘̘͈̬̰͓̗̬̻̘͆͑̍̑̒͐̐͋̿͂͑͆̒͆͑͛̚̕͡͝c̶̢̢̛̙͎̉͋̃̉͊̔̉̔̋͆͊͌̒̽̎̐̌͘̕͝͝͝e̴̢̹̮̜̓́̓͋̋̋̎̽͒̊ͅ ì̶̢̭͔̲̭̲̣̜͉̼̗̘̘͍͖̗̞͓̬̞͋̌̈́̿̍̑̈́̓̎̒́͋̾̾̇̉͊͜͟͝͝n̶̡̧̨̡̡̯̥͎̭̳̲͇̬͎͙̟̄͆̈́̐̀̿̋͒̅̏̌̐̉͐͆̀̚͠ͅ ÿ̵̧̧̡͍̫̳̠̭̲̺̲̱͚̠̪̣͍͕͓̼́̇͘͟͝ö̷͎̣͙͇̫̥̼͚̙́͒́̊̋̐̑̍͛͝ú̵̧̨͙̩͎̞͎̗͕͇̬̰̫̘̙̳̜̼̙̙̆̈́̃̄̌̀̔̕͝͠r̸̡͙̱̫̭̓̈́͒̔̐̑̒̍̾̏͛̏̕͡͝ h̵̥̩͇̜͊ẽ̵͙͍̬͍͓͇̟̬͇̙̩̹̙̲̪̤͈̤̳͕͍̗͗̈̄̋̔͌̀̒̃͊͊̃̆͆́̒̈́̐͘͘͟͡͝a̵̝̓̽̃̈́͘d̶͕̯̞̲͍͈̼̻̳̗̍ͅ.̸̡̢̼͎̗̝̳͖͓̼̳̠̩̣̣̻̹̞̫͋̈́̈̽̈́̑̋̀̀̕̕ W̴̢̢̨̡͖̗̻̖͖̼̘͈̠̯͕͙̼̞̳̽͐́͒̑̋͂͌̅̈́͆̌̈́̈́̿͐̚͘̚͝͠ḧ̶̡͍̪̳̪̹̬̼́̊͊̈́̅́̌̏̊̍̉́̚͝ͅy̸̧̢͎͕̗͕̠̖̪̙̼̻͇̣̩͓͈͔̆̽͂̓̒͒ͅ b̴̨̪̝̫̗͍͍̋̎̊̏̓̅̑́́̈́̚̕͠͝é̸͈̌̇͊̉̅̈́̄̌̏̒̍͊̑͡ḻ̷̡̙̭̝͉͓̜̜͙͙͇̍̆́̇͟ȋ̷̫̓̀͐͋̈́͗́̾́̈́̀͘͡͡v̶̨̢͎͈̖̳͖͚̍̈́̆͆͌̂́̀̅͐͋̎͌̾̍̚͘͡͡ē̷̢̫͒̉̆̒̇̍̀̈́̎́̊̿͒͡͝ m̶̢̠̬͇̳̗͓͇̥̗̺̦̩̯͙̳̰͙͇̊̏̀̈̀̀̕e̴̡̛̯̾̅̽̀̈́͊͋͐͊̏̒̄̔̒̀̔̌͋̇̃͡?̴̨̩͇͍̣͚͈͓̠̖̮͍̱͙̲̞̈́͋̓̓̃͂̏̊̈́͛͘͟͡"̴̡̩̗̻̺̞̘͒̀̈́̅̎̇̌̉͊̊̾͗̕͝͡

"I.."

B̵̧̨̛͔͙̳͓͕̭̪̺̱̳̞̥̪͎̠̤͕̲̜͎̺̓͋́̈́͑́͆̓̈͑͑̄̓̔̋̉͟͡l̶̼̟̪̣̅̔̂̐͋̒͋ą̴̬͕͙͍̣̙̙̼̜̺̦̗̀̿̃͂͌̿͒̿̾̍̌̐͝z̷̡̨̢̳̭͕̺̣̦̟͍̝͙͔̻̮̱̓̓̒̇͊̎͊͊͐̓͋̈͒̆̂̀͊͑͊̅̅̚̕̚͟ͅą̵̨̼͍̣̺̥̰͚͓̈́.̵̧̬̔̿̋̎̚

                       W̷͉͙̦͓̣̱̞̖͙̠̳̯̟̮̤̹͍͉͑̍̑̆͜ͅͅą̵̰̪͎͇̂̈̐́̂͊̈́͋͑̕̕͜ͅk̵̨̢̧͕̟͈̰̝̗̝̞̞͛͗̈̄̋̅͊̔̌͑͋̾̃͐͘̕͜ȩ̵̡̛̹̘̞͇̺͚͍̙̮͓̓͋̇͒̓͐̀̌̈́̄̀̽́͒̈́͟͝.̶̨̰̠̘̳͙̹̜̜̳̥̮̤̍̈̄́̅̍͘͡ͅ.        

                                           
                                               Ụ̶͖̯̹̰̲̖̺͗͊͜p̷̧͓̟̮̖̮̜̰͉͇̥͖̊̎̽͝.̶̢̛̱̣͎̟͎̙̘̠̠̭̣̑̈́͗̌͋̾̍̈

"Blaza! Wake up! The nurse has news for you!"

I shook myself awake to see Tbh beside me, Meme looking at me as if he had heard the argument I had with myself, Ally and Joocie talking in a corner and that random man on his laptop.

The nurse from earlier guided me to a smaller room off the other, there was two comfortable looking chairs, another door, a window and some medical equipment laid out.

"Mr. Bee, seeing as you were the one to call for this unfortunate event, is it safe to assume you are the first contact?"

"I wouldn't know, but I live with him."

"Okay, well, we have both good news and bad news."

"..."

J̴̡̨̢̧̨̛̦̜̫̫̭͚͈̞͉͔̳͒͆́͋̉͋̾͆͆̔̈͘͝ủ̴̈́͐̏͌͐͠s̴̛̬̗̓̉͆͐̃͆͊̅̇̈́̉̈́̂̃́̚ͅt̵̢͕̫̝̗̥̺̻͉͓̥̼̬̺̖̩̭̬̺̺̯͍͐̃͐̂̎̀̐̽̓̔͂̌̍̚ͅͅ d̶̨̡̟̫̣̩͉̰̔̂̋̒́̇ŏ̷͇̒̇̓n̶̎̿̊̍̿̾̇͛͛̒͌̉̇̒͋̐͌͠͝'̷̛̝̬͎̲̱̣̖̺̺̙̰̭́̂̓́̈́̊́́̎̓̿̋̂̒̍̃̅̚̚͝͠ṭ̷̢̞͓̝̤̼̪̱̥̭̜͑̉͜ p̵͔̙͓̺̫̼̅́͊̒̐̈̌̌̽̾̉̄͑͘̕͟͠a̵̩̲̳͍̺̯͈̙͗̑̈́̇̽̅͠n̷̤̜̬͖̹̠̲͎͔͉̔͛͊̐̀̾́̂́̔ͅͅi̵̡̖̝̲̳͝c̴̹̰̐̀̏̋̒̆͂̈́͟,̷͓̩̗̜͈̠̰̈́͐̐̀̍̉̈́̆̉͛͆̏̍̈́͘͘͡͠͠ y̴̧̨̛̬̱͖̤͖̳͎̪͇͚̪̞̤̬̟̪͓͊̂͆̽̍̍̈̾̓̓̓̈́͊͜͝͝ơ̴͓̝̺̖͕̞̈̄̈́̌̈̉̋̒͑̋͆͊̈̓̑̐̓̈́̓̇͐͘̕͟ư̸̜͈̻͍͖̪̫̣̲̘̙̰̙͚̪̠̱̄͗͂́͋̔͛͜ͅ'̵̢͇̱̟̭̝̻͙͈̜̟͔̍͝ľ̶̮̝̠̯͚̗̰̥̦̺̈́̔̓́̈̏̋͊͑̀͛͐͋̒̀̄̓̐͘͟͝͝l̶̨̢̧̧̞̱̻͓̖͉̬͙̰͎̩̻̭̰̯̗̄̀͡ͅͅ b̷͍͚͖̬͙͔͕̰̲͕̖͈͈̯͔͕̱̮͙͚͔͖͕̞̆̃̆̿͊͛͊̋̋̈͘͘͝e̶̔͂̌͗͌̾͒̌͒̈́̌̽̽̈̓͝ f̵̧̛̖̹̰̘͙͍̪̖̈́̂̓͛̾̽̃̀̿̐̆̊̈́͋̕ï̶͎̭̰͙̥͚̥̮̏̀̓̃̄͑̂̋̊̒͑͟n̷͕͋̉̽̏͡ẻ̸̓̓͗͐̈́̂̐̀̿̃͑͌͌͆̀̕̚͘͠ͅ.̴̡̣͎͙͎̪̪̙͕̝̪̰͉̥͓̖͍͔̖ͅͅ

"Luckily, so far, the surgery is going swimmingly. It may take 3-4 more hours. The bad news is that Mr. For1 will have to stay in recovery for 2 weeks, once the wound is fully healed, we can send him home."

I didn't know how to feel about that.. as long as he would be okay. I sighed and thanked the nurse, she told me that the room I was in was set to be Socks's hospital room if he made it. It would also be the room I would stay in if I chose to.

I went back into the main room and decided I would take a nap, I had nothing else to do.