"It's going to hurt a lot, just so you know... but I'll be taking extra precautions so the fabric won't stain, okay?" Shelly was holding a set of needle and thread dangerously close to my bitten head.

I felt adrenaline telling me to get up and save the pain for when something is really the matter, but I ignore it.

Cosmo made the patch for me. It's the least I can do to wear it after the bullshit that I've pulled.

"Alright. Hold on to your scarf, Seedly. This might take a bit..."

I woke up, feeling an intense numbing pain on my face. Did I really pass out from that? It brought back memories, sure, but enough to scare me to faint? Unbelievable...

"Oh..? Oh!! Sprout, you're up! Thank goodness, I thought too much ichor was spilled!" Shelly rushed over to my side, leaning me back against a pile of pillows.

"Finn had to hold Cosmo back from running in when he heard you screaming. By the way, do you feel like you can speak? Your throat must be really sore..."

"I-..." "...no? Guess not. Well, I know it may hurt for a bit, but I'm an expert at sewing! Take a look in that mirror over there, I'll go get Cosmo!" Shelly waved goodbye, skipping out the room.

Before I did anything else she peeked back in. "Oh yea, one more thing; don't touch it yet. And don't ever pull on the string." And then she was gone.

Oh, darn. Guess that makes my schedule clear. I thought with sarcasm.

I hesitantly hopped off the mattress I was laying on, realizing the fact that way more toons than Cosmo must've come running when they heard me screaming in pain. Either that or they didn't care.

I walked around the mirror, now in front of it.

My face...

Cosmo interrupted me staring at my reflection. He hugged me at my waist, considering how much taller I was compared to him. "Is it... okay, Sprouty?"

I can't help but notice the nickname... he's probably been saying it a lot longer than I've heard...

"It's beautiful, Cos. You're very talented..." now I see it. I guess only having one eye made me too blind to realize it.

His blush at my every compliment. The way he's always trying to impress me, to speak to me, to even look my way.

He wants me to like him.

But I already do.

Our faces were inches from each other already. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to make a move. I'm sure he doesn't have the guts to do it himself. He's too shy.

But I love him all the same.

I pulled him closer to me, my lips meeting with his. He smelled so sweet... and tasted the same way... he leaned forward into the kiss, adding his tongue.

God, I love you, Cos...

You sighed, enjoying the happy ending. But... something wasn't right. Where was- well, the ending? Suddenly, you notice four extra pages that flickered in and out of each other. Was it possible that there were more endings?...