3rd person
For hours the pastas sat in the waiting room, devastated at the injuries Night and Crim sustained. The blood from the wound they had was too much for them. Slender and Jeff just stood in opposite corners of the room looking at the blood on their hands. They didn't bother cleaning the mess up, instead the looked at the blood horrified that it belonged to their lovers. Countless hours passed as the girls went through surgery, and recovery. For over two days the pastas lost sleep, and poor Sally would cry herself to sleep when she was to tired to stay up any longer. Countless attempts to making the mood brighter failed, and soon every one went mute. No body spoke, no body smiled, no body moved. Slender and Jeff never looked up, never spoke once, and never tried to brighten the mood. They were lost without their lovers. If these girls died....nothing would be the same. No one will be the same again.