Foxys pov
There he is...On the floor. These so much of it, blood. Blood was in a huge puddle pouring profusely out of his neck. I stood there shaking. I didn't know what to do. My voice shook the pizzeria. "CHICA GET THE FUCKEN MECHANIC SUPPLIES!" I grab a piece of the curtain a tear it off. Applying pressure to his wound, tears flood my eyes. What have we done?
Chicas pov
I struggle to get the mechanic supplies out of the supply closet. Tear run down my face as the tragedy in front of me devolves. I cant believe this. He tried to kill himself. The thought of it makes me sick to my stomach. How can we be so cruel to someone that has done nothing but be kind,helpful and full of love. I get back and help foxy work on him. Please forgive us. I'm so sorry....
2 hours later