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Plankton had an accident and needed surgery on his leg. SpongeBob and Patrick decided to pay him a. Their friend lay in the hospital bed, anesthetized, snoring softly. "Thank you," Karen said, her digital voice wavering. "We appreciate it. They had to reset the bone and sew it back together. He won't feel anything now, but once the anesthesia wears off, he'll be in some pain. Your support means a lot to us.” Patrick leaned back, his gaze still locked on Plankton. "How long does he have to stay asleep?" he asked. "Awhile," she said. "It's important for him to rest and recover. Plankton might be a bit...overwhelmed when he wakes up. He might not be able to respond right now but it's the thought that counts." "What's that?" he pointed at the intravenous drip attached to Plankton's arm. "That's the anesthesia, what keeps him asleep during the surgery so he doesn't feel any pain." Patrick's eyes grew wide with wonder. "What's that like?" "Well, it's like being in a deep sleep," she began, "you don't feel anything, and when you wake up, it's like you never left your bed." His chest rises and falls with each gentle snore, a sound that echoes faintly in the quiet room. "Karen, why is he snoring?" "It's his body's way of breathing while asleep. He’s in a deep sleep." The lead doctor came. "We're going to start bringing him out of it now. He'll be coming out of anesthesia soon." Eventually Plankton's eye fluttered open, looking up at them with a glazed expression before his pupil focused. "Wha...where...what happened?" he stuttered, his voice groggy. "Why does everything feel...so...floaty?" he asked, his voice trailing off as he tried to lift his head., and it flopped back down onto the pillow. "Whoa, ship's a-rockin'!" he exclaimed. "Weeeee!" he giggled. "A Krabby Patty...no, a Krabby Patty...no, wait, a Krabby...a Krabby...a Krabby..." His words trailed off into nonsense, and he started to giggle uncontrollably. "He'll be fine, just let him talk it out." "I need...I need...a...a...Krabby...P...P...Patty!" He giggled again, his mind still a bit foggy. "Look, friends! Look at me go!" The doctor and nurse entered the room, checking Plankton's vitals and smiling at his slurred words. "He's coming out of it normally," the doctor assured them. "Just keep talking to him, it'll help him come back to reality." SpongeBob and Patrick exchanged glances. "Krabby Patty, huh?" Sponge Bob said, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm sure we can find you one of those once you're feeling better." Plankton giggled again, his eye drifted to the side. "But for now, let's just focus on getting you well, okay?" The doctor nodded. "He'll be in and out of consciousness for a bit. It's perfectly normal." Patrick leaned in closer to Plankton. "You hear that, Plankton? We're here for you, buddy.” He hands him some water. "Ahh," he sighed, his eyes fluttering shut again. "Krabby...Patty...water...good." “You just rest up, and we'll grab you a Krabby Patty when you're all fixed." Plankton's giggles turned into snores again, his eyelid drooping closed. The doctor chuckled. "It's the medication. He'll be in and out like this for a little while. Just keep talking to him, it'll help keep him grounded." The door to the hospital room creaked open, and Mr. Krabs poked his head in, looking around suspiciously. "Sponge Bob! Patrick!" he bellowed. Mr. Krabs' eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Plankton in the hospital bed. "Heard about the accident," he said gruffly. "Thought I'd check on the little scamp." Plankton's eye snapped open again, his expression shifting from groggy to instantly alert. "Krabs!" he hissed. "What are you doing?" Mr. Krabs waved a dismissive claw. "Just makin' sure my number one competitor is out of commission," he said with a smirk. "But it seems you're in good company." Sponge Bob stepped forward, his smile firmly in place. "Mr. Krabs, we're just here to support Plankton. He's had a rough day." Mr. Krabs' smirk grew. "Ah, yes, the great Plankton, laid low by his own incompetence. Couldn't even steal a Krabby Patty without breaking a leg." The room grew tense as Plankton's face reddened, his tiny fists balling up the hospital sheets. "It wasn't like that, Krabs," he protested, his voice strained. "It was an accident!" But Mr. Krabs was relentless. "Always an accident with you, isn't it?" He chuckled, his tone mocking. "You're as clumsy as you are small." Sponge Bob took a deep breath, his heart swelling with hope. "Mr. Krabs, maybe now's not the best time to tease him. Plankton's really hurting." The tension in the room grew thicker than a Kelp Shake. Plankton's tiny frame quivered with indignation. The anesthesia, however, was playing tricks on his emotions. He could feel the tears welling up in his eye, and before he knew it, they were spilling over, tracing a salty path down his cheeks. "Ah Don't listen to him, Plankton," Sponge Bob whispered, his own eyes growing misty. "You're not incompetent. It was just an accident." Karen's screen flickered with concern. "Mr. Krabs, please. He's not well." "I don't need your pity, Krabs!" he spat out, his voice filled with embarrassment. Karen's screen flickered again. "Mr. Krabs, he needs space. He'll be in and out of it for a bit longer, but perhaps he'd appreciate the visit when fully conscious." Mr. Krabs then left. Plankton's breathing grew even, and his eye began to droop. "I think he's falling asleep," Patrick whispers. "Alright, he's all set to go home. Just remember, he'll need plenty of rest and care over the next few weeks. No strenuous activity, and keep that leg elevated." They nodded solemnly, eager to get their friend back to his safe haven, the Chum Bucket. Carefully, they helped him into a wheelchair, his sleepy head lolling onto Sponge Bob's shoulder. "Mmm, Krabby Patty," he murmured, his mumbled voice trailing off into a snore. Patrick held the car door open as Sponge Bob gently maneuvered Plankton out of the chair, trying not to jostle him too much. He snored quietly, his body still feeling the after effects of the anesthesia. They buckled him into the back seat, his head lolling to the side as SpongeBob sat by him. The car's gentle vibrations and the soft hum of the engine lulled Plankton further into his anesthesia-induced slumber. His snores grew louder, echoing through the car's cabin. Sponge Bob watched him, his heart aching at the sight of his friend in pain. He reached over and patted his arm reassuringly. "It's okay, Plankton," he whispered. "You're going to be okay." The drive to the Chum Bucket was a quiet one, punctuated only by Plankton's intermittent snoring and the occasional burst of slurred words. "Karen...chum...water... Krabby Patty...friend," he would murmur, his voice a gentle reminder of the person behind the villainous exterior. "Chum...Karen...Krabs...Sponge...Bob...Patrick...Krabby Patty...Karen...chum...chum...chum..." Sponge Bob and Patrick shared a look in the rearview mirror, their expressions a mix of concern and amusement. "It's like he's having a conversation with himself," Patrick whispered, trying not to laugh. "Must be the anesthesia," Sponge Bob said, his voice low so as not to disturb Plankton. "He'll probably remember none of it when he wakes up." Once they arrived at the Chum Bucket, they carefully transferred Plankton to his bed, his snores becoming less frequent and more rhythmic as he slipped into a deeper sleep. They left him with a glass of water and a bowl of chum for when he awoke, feeling a bit of relief knowing he was home and safe. Hours later, Plankton's snoring finally ceased, and he blinked his eye open, feeling a dull ache in his leg. The room was dimly lit, and he squinted to see Sponge Bob and Patrick sitting by his bed in his bedroom. "What...what happened?" he asked, his voice slurred. Sponge Bob gave him a gentle smile. "Yes," Patrick said, his voice filled with the excitement of someone who'd just watched a really good movie. "You were talking in your sleep, and you kept asking for Krabby Patties!" Plankton's frown deepened as he tried to sit up, only to wince in pain. "Krabby Patties?" “You talked about Krabby Patties like they were the holy grail, and you kept calling for Karen. It was like you were having the weirdest, most amazing dream ever!" But Patrick was on a roll. "And the way your one arm kept flailing around, like you were trying to swat a jellyfish!" He couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, and it echoed through the room, making Plankton's cheeks burn even hotter. Sponge Bob's smile grew wider, his laughter bubbling up. "You know, Patrick might be onto something. You really were like a tiny, snoring sea creature in there!" Patrick couldn't contain himself. "And when Mr. Krabs came in, oh boy!" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You started crying like a baby seagull begging for food!" Plankton's tiny fists clenched the bedsheets, his embarrassment morphing into anger. "That's not funny, Patrick." he snapped, his voice sharp. But Patrick was undeterred. "Oh, come on, Plankton! You have to admit, it was pretty hilarious!" He mimicked Plankton's snoring, which only made Sponge Bob laugh harder. Plankton glared at him, his one good eye narrowing. "You think this is funny?" he grumbled. "I could've been in serious trouble, and all you can do is laugh about it!" Sponge Bob's laughter subsided, his expression turning solemn. "We're not laughing at you, Plankton," he said, placing a comforting hand on Plankton's shoulder. "We're just happy you're okay. And, well, you have to admit, it was a little bit funny." Plankton's anger dissipated, and he let out a sigh. "I guess I can see the humor in it," he conceded, his voice still a bit gruff. "But I'm serious, I don't want anyone else to know about this." "Don't worry, Plankton," Sponge Bob assured him. "Your Krabby Patty-filled dreams are safe with us." “Dreams? What do you mean, and how would you know if I was dreaming?” Patrick couldn’t resist. “Oh, you were dreaming alright, buddy. You were in Krabby Patty heaven, floating on a cloud made of chum!” Plankton rolled his eye, feeling a bit more like himself. “I was not dreaming of Krabby Patties, you oaf!” Sponge Bob giggled. “But you kept asking for them, Plankton in your sleep!” Plankton huffed, trying to sit up straighter despite the pain. “What? In my sleep?” Patrick nodded, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “Oh yeah, you were talking in your sleep, Plankton; you’re like, 'Krabby Patty...Chum...Karen...Patrick...Sponge Bob...' It was like listening to a sea creature's lullaby!" He tried to mimic Plankton's slurred speech, which only made him giggle more. Plankton rolled his eye, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Very funny, Patrick," he said through gritted teeth. "Now tell me what really happened." Sponge Bob wiped a tear from his eye, his laughter subsiding. "Well, you were pretty out of it, Plankton. But we got you home safe and sound." Plankton's expression grew more serious. "And what did I say in the car? Because I’d remember…" Patrick's grin grew wider. "Oh, you don't remember? You were asking for Krabby Patties like you hadn't eaten in weeks!" Sponge Bob couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. "And you kept saying 'chum' over and over again, like it was the password to some secret treasure!" Plankton's eye widened. "No?" But Patrick had to prove Plankton's sleep-talking escapade. “I’ve a group selfie to prove it!” Patrick's laughter was contagious, and even Sponge Bob couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Plankton's dazed expression. Plankton's sleep-addled face, his mouth moving in a slurred chant of "Krabby Patty...chum...chum...chum..." He talked in his sleep. Patrick's laughter grew louder, pointing out Plankton's random hand gestures and the occasional snort that punctuated his words. "You're even drooling!" he exclaimed. Sponge Bob's laughter grew quiet, feeling a twinge of pity for Plankton's embarrassment. "Patrick, maybe we should calm down," he suggested gently. But Patrick was having the time of his life. "Come on, Plankton," he said. "You've got to admit, this is gold!" Sponge Bob's chuckles grew quieter as he watched Plankton's face contorts in embarrassment. "Patrick, we should give him a break." But Patrick was too far gone, his laughter bouncing off the walls of the Chum Bucket's bedroom. "No, no, this is the best part!" Plankton's muffled voice, his slurred words about Krabby Patties and chum sounding even more ridiculous. "Alright, alright," Plankton groaned, his face reddening. "I get it, I talked in my sleep. I don't need to hear the evidence." Patrick, still chuckling, put his phone away. "Sorry, buddy. It's just too good not to share." Plankton's cheeks were now a deep shade of red, his antennae drooping slightly. "Could you two at least get me something to eat?" he asked, his voice a mix of annoyance and defeat. Sponge Bob nodded, eager to change the subject. "Of course, Plankton. What would you like?" "Just...chum," Plankton mumbled, his face still flushed with embarrassment. Patrick's laughter grew louder. "Oh, come on, Plankton. You can't be serious right now!" He pretended to snore loudly, then added in a pitched voice, "Krabby Patty! Krabby Patty!" Sponge Bob couldn't help but chuckle. "Patrick, maybe we should—" But Patrick was in full jesting mode, his voice rising in pitch to mimic Plankton's. "Krabby Patty...chum...Krabby Patty...chum..." Plankton's blush deepened, his eye watering with a mix of embarrassment and pain. "I said, stop it!" he yelled, his voice cracking. Sponge Bob's smile faded as he saw the hurt in his friend's eye. "Patrick, that's enough," he said firmly. "Oh, come on, Plankton," he said, trying to sound casual. But Plankton was not amused. "I said stop!" His voice grew stronger, a rare show of emotion from the usually stoic villain. The room fell silent. Tears welled up in his eye, threatening to spill over. "Why are you laughing at me?" he choked out, his voice cracking. "All you can do is mock me?" Sponge Bob's laughter died in his throat, his expression turning to one of concern. "Plankton, we weren't—" But Plankton cut him off, his voice trembling. "I know you think I'm just a joke, but I'm not!" He couldn't hold it in anymore, and a single tear rolled down his cheek. Sponge Bob's eyes widened in shock. He had never seen Plankton so vulnerable before. "Plankton, we're not laughing at you," he said softly, reaching for his friend's hand. "We're just happy you're okay." But Plankton's grip was firm, jerking away. "No, you're not!" he sobbed. "You think I'm a joke, that everything I do is for your amusement!" His voice grew louder, echoing in the small room. "You think because I'm small and I have one eye that I don't have feelings?" Sponge Bob and Patrick exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and guilt. They had never seen Plankton like this before, and it was clear that their teasing had gone too far. "Plankton, sorry," Sponge Bob said sincerely, his voice full of emotion. "We didn't mean to make you feel that way. We really do care about you." Patrick looked down at his feet, his cheeks a shade of pink. "Yeah, man, we're just happy you're okay." Plankton's sniffles grew louder, and he turned away from them, hiding his face in the pillow. "I'm not a joke," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric. "I'm not just some...some...someone to laugh at." Sponge Bob's heart clenched at the pain in Plankton's voice. He knew his friend had feelings just like everyone else, but sometimes, in the heat of the moment, it was easy to forget. "We know, Plankton," he said gently. "I’m really sorry." Patrick nodded in agreement, his own face a picture of remorse. "We didn't mean to upset you," he added, his voice much softer than before. "We just wanted to keep things light." Sponge Bob reached over and patted Plankton's shoulder. "We know you're not just a joke," he said. "You're our friend, and we care about you. But you're right, Plankton. We shouldn't have laughed. We just wanted to keep your spirits up." Plankton's sniffling slowed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "It's ok," he murmured. "I know you meant well Sponge Bob." Patrick shifted uncomfortably, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by an awkward silence. "Look, Plankton," he said, his voice sincere. "I just thought it was funny, you know?" But Plankton's eye was still red with unshed tears, and his grip on the pillow was tight. "It's not funny, Patrick," he said, his voice trembling. "I'm not some sort of circus act for you to laugh at." Patrick's smile disappeared, and he looked at Plankton with a mix of surprise and guilt. "Hey, buddy, I didn't mean it like that," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I just thought it was weird, you know, the stuff you say when you're out of it." But Plankton's anger was not so easily diffused. "Weird?!" he spat, his voice rising. "You think weird?” Sponge Bob's face fell, realizing their joking had hit a nerve. "Patrick, maybe you should apologize," he suggested quietly. Patrick nodded, his smile fading. "Yeah, ok," he mumbled, stepping closer to the bed. "Plankton, man. I didn't mean to make you feel like that." But Plankton was not in a forgiving mood. "Don't you dare call me 'buddy' or 'man'!" he yelled, his tiny fist pounding the bed. "You think you can just come in here and laugh at me?!" Patrick took a step back, his eyes wide with shock. "Plankton, I—" But Plankton wasn't finished. "I've had enough!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the small room. "I'm not your entertainment! I'm not some pathetic excuse for a laugh!" His eye blazed with fury, and his tiny body trembled with the intensity of his emotions. Patrick looked taken aback, his smile fading as he realized the depth of Plankton's hurt. "Plankton, I—" But Plankton's anger was a wave that couldn't be held back. "You think my pain is a joke?" he yelled, his voice echoing off the metal walls of the Chum Bucket. "You think because I'm small and I've only got one eye, I don't feel anything?" Patrick's reaching to him, hand touching on his. "Plankton, no, I didn't mean—" But Plankton jerked, pushing him away, his eye flashing with anger. "Don't touch me!" he spat. "You don't get to act like you care now!" Patrick's hand hovered in the air, looking hurt. "But, Plankton, I do care," he said, his voice small. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Plankton turned away, his antennae drooping. "Just go," he said, his voice muffled by the tears. "Patrick, just leave me alone." "Plankton," he began, his voice thick with regret. "I'm sorry, okay?" Plankton's body was tense, his antennae quivering. Patrick took another step closer, his eyes sincere. "I just want to give you a hug, buddy," he said, his voice soft. "To show you that I'm sorry." Plankton's eye grew wide with shock. "What?" he squeaked, his body stiffening. "No, no, no, no, no!" Patrick paused, his arms hovering awkwardly in the air. "It's okay, Plankton," he said, his voice gentle. "It's just a hug." Sponge Bob watched the scene unfold, his heart heavy with the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air. He knew that Plankton didn't often show his vulnerable side, and the sight of his tiny, usually stoic friend so upset was difficult to bear. Patrick, his expression earnest, took another step closer to the bed. His arms remained outstretched, his fingers curling slightly as he reached for Plankton. "Come on, buddy," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Let me give you a hug. It'll make you feel better." Plankton's eye grew even wider, his body tensing like a bowstring ready to snap. "Don't you dare," he hissed, his voice shaking with anger and embarrassment. But Patrick was unfazed. He took another step closer, his arms still outstretched. "Come on, Plankton," he said, his voice soft and soothing. "I know you're in pain. Let me help." Plankton stared at him, his tiny body trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "Get away from me," he whispered, his voice shaking. But Patrick didn't listen. He leaned in, his massive arms closing around Plankton's frail form. It was a clumsy embrace, one that could've crushed the tiny plankton if he wasn't careful, but there was a tenderness in his movements that spoke volumes. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice gentle. "You're not weird, and you're not a joke. You're our friend, and we're here for you." Plankton's eye grew even wider, his tiny fists balling up the bedsheets. "Get off me!" he yelled, his voice cracking. "I don't need you!" But Patrick's grip remained firm, his arms enveloping Plankton in a bear hug that was both awkward and surprisingly gentle. "You don't have to be tough all the time," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We're here for you, buddy." Plankton struggled against him, his tiny fists pummeling Patrick's chest. "Let me go!" he yelled, his voice raw with pain and humiliation. "I said I don't want your pity!" Sponge Bob watched, his heart racing. He had never seen Plankton like this before, so open and vulnerable. He knew that his friend was hurting, and he didn't know what to do. "Patrick," he said, his voice a warning. "Maybe we should—" But Patrick was not to be deterred. He squeezed Plankton tighter, his voice a gentle rumble. "You don't have to be strong all the time, Plankton," he said. "We're your friends. Let us help you." Plankton's struggling grew weaker, his sobs becoming more pronounced. "I don't want your help," he choked out. But Patrick held on, his eyes squeezed shut as if willing his words to penetrate Plankton's armor of anger. "You do," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "Everyone needs help sometimes." Plankton's sobs grew louder, his fists slowly unclenching. He didn't know what to do with this newfound vulnerability, this uncharted territory of friendship. His whole life had been about competition and theft, not about sharing his pain with others. Sponge Bob watched the exchange with a mix of worry and hope. He knew that Plankton's pride was as vast as the ocean, and seeing him break down was almost as rare as spotting a ghost in the daylight. "Patrick, maybe we should—" But Plankton's words were drowned out by his own sobs as he buried his face in the pillow. "Just go!" he yelled, his voice muffled by the fabric. "I don't want your pity!" Patrick's eyes filled with concern, but he knew when to push and when to pull back. He took a step away from the bed, his hands dropping to his sides. "Okay, okay," he said, his voice soothing. "I'll go. But let me…” But Plankton was having none of it. "Get out!" he screamed, his voice echoing off the metal walls of the Chum Bucket. "I don’t need your pity or your friendship!" Patrick took a step back, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt. "But Plankton," he began, his voice tentative. "Out!" Plankton shrieked, his tiny body writhing with rage. His antennae shot up straight, and his eye was wet with tears of frustration. Patrick took a step back, his smile fading into a look of genuine concern. "But, Plankton," he protested, his voice gentle despite the yelling. "I just want to make sure you're ok." "I said leave me alone!" Plankton screamed, his one eye flashing with anger. "You think you can just waltz in here and laugh at my misfortune?" Patrick's expression fell, his arms dropping to his sides as he took a step back. "Plankton, I’m just trying to lighten the mood," he said, his voice laced with confusion. But Plankton was beyond consolation. "Get out!" he shrieked again, his voice cracking with emotion. "I don't need your kind of 'help'!" Sponge Bob looked at Patrick, his eyes filled with sadness. He knew that Plankton's outburst was a result of the pain and embarrassment he was feeling. The room was thick with tension, the silence only broken by Plankton's hiccupped sobs. Patrick's face fell, his usual jovial expression replaced with one of genuine concern. "Plankton," he said, his voice low and gentle. But Plankton was too far gone. "I said leave me alone!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the metal walls of the Chum Bucket. Patrick's smile disappeared, replaced by a look of genuine worry. "But Plankton," he said, his voice tentative. "I’m just trying to help." "Help?" Plankton's voice was filled with disdain. "You think mocking me is helping? It’s not, not ok!" He swiped at his tears with his arm, his anger palpable. "Get out!" Patrick looked at Sponge Bob, his expression a mix of confusion and sadness. "But, Plankton, I just trying to—" "I said, leave me alone!" Plankton's voice was a high-pitched screech that pierced the air, his one eye blazing with a fury that seemed to illuminate the dimly lit room. Patrick looked at him, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. "But Sponge Bob, I just wanted to—" Sponge Bob put a hand on his shoulder, his gaze firm. "I know, Patrick," he said. "But I think Plankton needs some space right now." Patrick looked at Plankton, his eyes filled with apology, and then back at Sponge Bob. With a heavy sigh, he nodded. "Okay," he said, his voice subdued. "I'll go. But, Sponge Bob, tell him I'm sorry." Sponge Bob nodded solemnly. "I will, Patrick," he said, his gaze never leaving Plankton's trembling form. Patrick gave a sad nod and turned to leave, his footsteps heavy on the metal floor. As the door clicked shut behind him, Plankton's sobs grew quieter, and the room was once again filled with an awkward silence. Sponge Bob approached the bed, his heart aching for his friend. He knew that Plankton's outburst was not directed at him, but rather at the pain and embarrassment he was feeling. He sat down gently beside the trembling form, his eyes filled with empathy. "Plankton," he said softly, placing a comforting hand on Plankton's bed. "I know you're upset, but we really do care about you." Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his outburst. He didn't look up from the pillow, but his grip on the bedsheets loosened slightly. "I know it's tough," he said, his voice gentle. Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his outburst. But Sponge Bob's words resonated with him, cutting through the haze of anger and embarrassment. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving with the effort of containing his emotions. "I don't want anyone else here," he murmured, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Just you, and Karen." Sponge Bob's grip on his shoulder tightened slightly, his heart swelling with affection for his troubled friend. "Okay, Plankton," he said softly. "It's just you and me." Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his tiny body gradually relaxing under the warmth of Sponge Bob's touch. He knew he could trust Sponge Bob, that his friend's intentions were always pure. Despite their many differences and the occasional misunderstanding, Sponge Bob had always been there for him. Sponge Bob gently rubbed Plankton's back, his movements slow and soothing. "It's okay, Plankton," he murmured. "I'm here for you." Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his breathing evening out as he clutched the pillow to his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to snap at you." Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his voice filled with warmth. "Don't worry about it, Plankton," he said. "We all have our moments." Plankton took another shaky breath, his body slowly calming down. "Thanks, Sponge Bob," he murmured, his voice still thick with emotion. Sponge Bob nodded, his hand still rubbing circles on Plankton's back. "It's okay," he said. "We all get overwhelmed sometimes." Plankton's antennae twitched, and he looked up at Sponge Bob with his one, watery eye. Sponge Bob nodded solemnly. "Patrick can be a little clueless sometimes, but he's got a good heart." Plankton's antennae drooped slightly. "I know," he said, his voice still shaking. Sponge Bob gave him a small, comforting smile. "I can talk to him, but only if you want me to," he said. "Make sure he knows not to laugh about it again." Plankton nodded, his tiny frame still trembling with emotion. "Thank you, Sponge Bob," he whispered. Sponge Bob's smile grew a bit, his eyes filled with understanding. "Of course, Plankton," he said. "That's what friends are for."
Plankton had an accident and needed surgery on his leg. SpongeBob and Patrick decided to pay him a. Their friend lay in the hospital bed, anesthetized, snoring softly. "Thank you," Karen said, her digital voice wavering. "We appreciate it. They had to reset the bone and sew it back together. He won't feel anything now, but once the anesthesia wears off, he'll be in some pain. Your support means a lot to us.” Patrick leaned back, his gaze still locked on Plankton. "How long does he have to stay asleep?" he asked. "Awhile," she said. "It's important for him to rest and recover. Plankton might be a bit...overwhelmed when he wakes up. He might not be able to respond right now but it's the thought that counts." "What's that?" he pointed at the intravenous drip attached to Plankton's arm. "That's the anesthesia, what keeps him asleep during the surgery so he doesn't feel any pain." Patrick's eyes grew wide with wonder. "What's that like?" "Well, it's like being in a deep sleep," she began, "you don't feel anything, and when you wake up, it's like you never left your bed." His chest rises and falls with each gentle snore, a sound that echoes faintly in the quiet room. "Karen, why is he snoring?" "It's his body's way of breathing while asleep. He’s in a deep sleep." The lead doctor came. "We're going to start bringing him out of it now. He'll be coming out of anesthesia soon." SUMMARY^1: Plankton is in the hospital after a leg surgery, with SpongeBob and Patrick visiting. Karen explains the surgery and the necessity of rest post-anesthesia. Patrick questions the intravenous drip and snoring, and Karen informs him it's normal during deep sleep induced by anesthesia. The doctor then enters to start the process of waking Plankton up. Eventually Plankton's eye fluttered open, looking up at them with a glazed expression before his pupil focused. "Wha...where...what happened?" he stuttered, his voice groggy. "Why does everything feel...so...floaty?" he asked, his voice trailing off as he tried to lift his head., and it flopped back down onto the pillow. "Whoa, ship's a-rockin'!" he exclaimed. "Weeeee!" he giggled. "A Krabby Patty...no, a Krabby Patty...no, wait, a Krabby...a Krabby...a Krabby..." His words trailed off into nonsense, and he started to giggle uncontrollably. "He'll be fine, just let him talk it out." "I need...I need...a...a...Krabby...P...P...Patty!" He giggled again, his mind still a bit foggy. "Look, friends! Look at me go!" The doctor and nurse entered the room, checking Plankton's vitals and smiling at his slurred words. "He's coming out of it normally," the doctor assured them. "Just keep talking to him, it'll help him come back to reality." SpongeBob and Patrick exchanged glances. "Krabby Patty, huh?" Sponge Bob said, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm sure we can find you one of those once you're feeling better." Plankton giggled again, his eye drifted to the side. "But for now, let's just focus on getting you well, okay?" SUMMARY^1: Plankton wakes up from surgery, feeling floaty and confused due to the anesthesia. He starts to babble incoherently about Krabby Patties. Sponge Bob and Patrick try to reassure him while the doctor and nurse monitor his condition, confirming this is a normal post-anesthesia reaction. They promise to get him one when he recovers. The doctor nodded. "He'll be in and out of consciousness for a bit. It's perfectly normal." Patrick leaned in closer to Plankton. "You hear that, Plankton? We're here for you, buddy.” He hands him some water. "Ahh," he sighed, his eyes fluttering shut again. "Krabby...Patty...water...good." “You just rest up, and we'll grab you a Krabby Patty when you're all fixed." Plankton's giggles turned into snores again, his eyelid drooping closed. The doctor chuckled. "It's the medication. He'll be in and out like this for a little while. Just keep talking to him, it'll help keep him grounded." The door to the hospital room creaked open, and Mr. Krabs poked his head in, looking around suspiciously. "Sponge Bob! Patrick!" he bellowed. Mr. Krabs' eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Plankton in the hospital bed. "Heard about the accident," he said gruffly. "Thought I'd check on the little scamp." Plankton's eye snapped open again, his expression shifting from groggy to instantly alert. "Krabs!" he hissed. "What are you doing?" Mr. Krabs waved a dismissive claw. "Just makin' sure my number one competitor is out of commission," he said with a smirk. "But it seems you're in good company." Sponge Bob stepped forward, his smile firmly in place. "Mr. Krabs, we're just here to support Plankton. He's had a rough day." Mr. Krabs' smirk grew. "Ah, yes, the great Plankton, laid low by his own incompetence. Couldn't even steal a Krabby Patty without breaking a leg." SUMMARY^1: Plankton wakes up briefly, still groggy from anesthesia and talks incoherently about Krabby Patties. Mr. Krabs arrives, feigning concern but his true intentions are clear. Sponge Bob stands up to him, emphasizing their purpose is to support Plankton during his recovery. The room grew tense as Plankton's face reddened, his tiny fists balling up the hospital sheets. "It wasn't like that, Krabs," he protested, his voice strained. "It was an accident!" But Mr. Krabs was relentless. "Always an accident with you, isn't it?" He chuckled, his tone mocking. "You're as clumsy as you are small." Sponge Bob took a deep breath, his heart swelling with hope. "Mr. Krabs, maybe now's not the best time to tease him. Plankton's really hurting." The tension in the room grew thicker than a Kelp Shake. Plankton's tiny frame quivered with indignation. The anesthesia, however, was playing tricks on his emotions. He could feel the tears welling up in his eye, and before he knew it, they were spilling over, tracing a salty path down his cheeks. "Ah Don't listen to him, Plankton," Sponge Bob whispered, his own eyes growing misty. "You're not incompetent. It was just an accident." Karen's screen flickered with concern. "Mr. Krabs, please. He's not well." "I don't need your pity, Krabs!" he spat out, his voice filled with embarrassment. Karen's screen flickered again. "Mr. Krabs, he needs space. He'll be in and out of it for a bit longer, but perhaps he'd appreciate the visit when fully conscious." Mr. Krabs then left. Plankton's breathing grew even, and his eye began to droop. "I think he's falling asleep," Patrick whispers. "Alright, he's all set to go home. Just remember, he'll need plenty of rest and care over the next few weeks. No strenuous activity, and keep that leg elevated." They nodded solemnly, eager to get their friend back to his safe haven, the Chum Bucket. Carefully, they helped him into a wheelchair, his sleepy head lolling onto Sponge Bob's shoulder. "Mmm, Krabby Patty," he murmured, his mumbled voice trailing off into a snore. Patrick held the car door open as Sponge Bob gently maneuvered Plankton out of the chair, trying not to jostle him too much. He snored quietly, his body still feeling the after effects of the anesthesia. They buckled him into the back seat, his head lolling to the side as SpongeBob sat by him. The car's gentle vibrations and the soft hum of the engine lulled Plankton further into his anesthesia-induced slumber. His snores grew louder, echoing through the car's cabin. Sponge Bob watched him, his heart aching at the sight of his friend in pain. He reached over and patted his arm reassuringly. "It's okay, Plankton," he whispered. "You're going to be okay." The drive to the Chum Bucket was a quiet one, punctuated only by Plankton's intermittent snoring and the occasional burst of slurred words. "Karen...chum...water... Krabby Patty...friend," he would murmur, his voice a gentle reminder of the person behind the villainous exterior. "Chum...Karen...Krabs...Sponge...Bob...Patrick...Krabby Patty...Karen...chum...chum...chum..." Sponge Bob and Patrick shared a look in the rearview mirror, their expressions a mix of concern and amusement. "It's like he's having a conversation with himself," Patrick whispered, trying not to laugh. "Must be the anesthesia," Sponge Bob said, his voice low so as not to disturb Plankton. "He'll probably remember none of it when he wakes up." Once they arrived at the Chum Bucket, they carefully transferred Plankton to his bed, his snores becoming less frequent and more rhythmic as he slipped into a deeper sleep. They left him with a glass of water and a bowl of chum for when he awoke, feeling a bit of relief knowing he was home and safe. Hours later, Plankton's snoring finally ceased, and he blinked his eye open, feeling a dull ache in his leg. The room was dimly lit, and he squinted to see Sponge Bob and Patrick sitting by his bed in his bedroom. "What...what happened?" he asked, his voice slurred. Sponge Bob gave him a gentle smile. "Yes," Patrick said, his voice filled with the excitement of someone who'd just watched a really good movie. "You were talking in your sleep, and you kept asking for Krabby Patties!" Plankton's frown deepened as he tried to sit up, only to wince in pain. "Krabby Patties?" “You talked about Krabby Patties like they were the holy grail, and you kept calling for Karen. It was like you were having the weirdest, most amazing dream ever!" But Patrick was on a roll. "And the way your one arm kept flailing around, like you were trying to swat a jellyfish!" He couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, and it echoed through the room, making Plankton's cheeks burn even hotter. Sponge Bob's smile grew wider, his laughter bubbling up. "You know, Patrick might be onto something. You really were like a tiny, snoring sea creature in there!" Patrick couldn't contain himself. "And when Mr. Krabs came in, oh boy!" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You started crying like a baby seagull begging for food!" Plankton's tiny fists clenched the bedsheets, his embarrassment morphing into anger. "That's not funny, Patrick." he snapped, his voice sharp. But Patrick was undeterred. "Oh, come on, Plankton! You have to admit, it was pretty hilarious!" He mimicked Plankton's snoring, which only made Sponge Bob laugh harder. Plankton glared at him, his one good eye narrowing. "You think this is funny?" he grumbled. "I could've been in serious trouble, and all you can do is laugh about it!" Sponge Bob's laughter subsided, his expression turning solemn. "We're not laughing at you, Plankton," he said, placing a comforting hand on Plankton's shoulder. "We're just happy you're okay. And, well, you have to admit, it was a little bit funny." Plankton's anger dissipated, and he let out a sigh. "I guess I can see the humor in it," he conceded, his voice still a bit gruff. "But I'm serious, I don't want anyone else to know about this." "Don't worry, Plankton," Sponge Bob assured him. "Your Krabby Patty-filled dreams are safe with us." “Dreams? What do you mean, and how would you know if I was dreaming?” Patrick couldn’t resist. “Oh, you were dreaming alright, buddy. You were in Krabby Patty heaven, floating on a cloud made of chum!” Plankton rolled his eye, feeling a bit more like himself. “I was not dreaming of Krabby Patties, you oaf!” Sponge Bob giggled. “But you kept asking for them, Plankton in your sleep!” Plankton huffed, trying to sit up straighter despite the pain. “What? In my sleep?” Patrick nodded, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “Oh yeah, you were talking in your sleep, Plankton; you’re like, 'Krabby Patty...Chum...Karen...Patrick...Sponge Bob...' It was like listening to a sea creature's lullaby!" He tried to mimic Plankton's slurred speech, which only made him giggle more. Plankton rolled his eye, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Very funny, Patrick," he said through gritted teeth. "Now tell me what really happened." Sponge Bob wiped a tear from his eye, his laughter subsiding. "Well, you were pretty out of it, Plankton. But we got you home safe and sound." Plankton's expression grew more serious. "And what did I say in the car? Because I’d remember…" Patrick's grin grew wider. "Oh, you don't remember? You were asking for Krabby Patties like you hadn't eaten in weeks!" Sponge Bob couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. "And you kept saying 'chum' over and over again, like it was the password to some secret treasure!" Plankton's eye widened. "No?" But Patrick had to prove Plankton's sleep-talking escapade. “I’ve a group selfie to prove it!” Patrick's laughter was contagious, and even Sponge Bob couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Plankton's dazed expression. Plankton's sleep-addled face, his mouth moving in a slurred chant of "Krabby Patty...chum...chum...chum..." He talked in his sleep. Patrick's laughter grew louder, pointing out Plankton's random hand gestures and the occasional snort that punctuated his words. "You're even drooling!" he exclaimed. Sponge Bob's laughter grew quiet, feeling a twinge of pity for Plankton's embarrassment. "Patrick, maybe we should calm down," he suggested gently. But Patrick was having the time of his life. "Come on, Plankton," he said. "You've got to admit, this is gold!" Sponge Bob's chuckles grew quieter as he watched Plankton's face contorts in embarrassment. "Patrick, we should give him a break." But Patrick was too far gone, his laughter bouncing off the walls of the Chum Bucket's bedroom. "No, no, this is the best part!" Plankton's muffled voice, his slurred words about Krabby Patties and chum sounding even more ridiculous. "Alright, alright," Plankton groaned, his face reddening. "I get it, I talked in my sleep. I don't need to hear the evidence." Patrick, still chuckling, put his phone away. "Sorry, buddy. It's just too good not to share." Plankton's cheeks were now a deep shade of red, his antennae drooping slightly. "Could you two at least get me something to eat?" he asked, his voice a mix of annoyance and defeat. Sponge Bob nodded, eager to change the subject. "Of course, Plankton. What would you like?" "Just...chum," Plankton mumbled, his face still flushed with embarrassment. Patrick's laughter grew louder. "Oh, come on, Plankton. You can't be serious right now!" He pretended to snore loudly, then added in a pitched voice, "Krabby Patty! Krabby Patty!" Sponge Bob couldn't help but chuckle. "Patrick, maybe we should—" But Patrick was in full jesting mode, his voice rising in pitch to mimic Plankton's. "Krabby Patty...chum...Krabby Patty...chum..." Plankton's blush deepened, his eye watering with a mix of embarrassment and pain. "I said, stop it!" he yelled, his voice cracking. Sponge Bob's smile faded as he saw the hurt in his friend's eye. "Patrick, that's enough," he said firmly. "Oh, come on, Plankton," he said, trying to sound casual. But Plankton was not amused. "I said stop!" His voice grew stronger, a rare show of emotion from the usually stoic villain. The room fell silent. Tears welled up in his eye, threatening to spill over. "Why are you laughing at me?" he choked out, his voice cracking. "All you can do is mock me?" Sponge Bob's laughter died in his throat, his expression turning to one of concern. "Plankton, we weren't—" But Plankton cut him off, his voice trembling. "I know you think I'm just a joke, but I'm not!" He couldn't hold it in anymore, and a single tear rolled down his cheek. Sponge Bob's eyes widened in shock. He had never seen Plankton so vulnerable before. "Plankton, we're not laughing at you," he said softly, reaching for his friend's hand. "We're just happy you're okay." But Plankton's grip was firm, jerking away. "No, you're not!" he sobbed. "You think I'm a joke, that everything I do is for your amusement!" His voice grew louder, echoing in the small room. "You think because I'm small and I have one eye that I don't have feelings?" Sponge Bob and Patrick exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and guilt. They had never seen Plankton like this before, and it was clear that their teasing had gone too far. "Plankton, sorry," Sponge Bob said sincerely, his voice full of emotion. "We didn't mean to make you feel that way. We really do care about you." Patrick looked down at his feet, his cheeks a shade of pink. "Yeah, man, we're just happy you're okay." Plankton's sniffles grew louder, and he turned away from them, hiding his face in the pillow. "I'm not a joke," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric. "I'm not just some...some...someone to laugh at." Sponge Bob's heart clenched at the pain in Plankton's voice. He knew his friend had feelings just like everyone else, but sometimes, in the heat of the moment, it was easy to forget. "We know, Plankton," he said gently. "I’m really sorry." Patrick nodded in agreement, his own face a picture of remorse. "We didn't mean to upset you," he added, his voice much softer than before. "We just wanted to keep things light." Sponge Bob reached over and patted Plankton's shoulder. "We know you're not just a joke," he said. "You're our friend, and we care about you. But you're right, Plankton. We shouldn't have laughed. We just wanted to keep your spirits up." Plankton's sniffling slowed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "It's ok," he murmured. "I know you meant well Sponge Bob." Patrick shifted uncomfortably, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by an awkward silence. "Look, Plankton," he said, his voice sincere. "I just thought it was funny, you know?" But Plankton's eye was still red with unshed tears, and his grip on the pillow was tight. "It's not funny, Patrick," he said, his voice trembling. "I'm not some sort of circus act for you to laugh at." Patrick's smile disappeared, and he looked at Plankton with a mix of surprise and guilt. "Hey, buddy, I didn't mean it like that," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I just thought it was weird, you know, the stuff you say when you're out of it." But Plankton's anger was not so easily diffused. "Weird?!" he spat, his voice rising. "You think weird?” Sponge Bob's face fell, realizing their joking had hit a nerve. "Patrick, maybe you should apologize," he suggested quietly. Patrick nodded, his smile fading. "Yeah, ok," he mumbled, stepping closer to the bed. "Plankton, man. I didn't mean to make you feel like that." But Plankton was not in a forgiving mood. "Don't you dare call me 'buddy' or 'man'!" he yelled, his tiny fist pounding the bed. "You think you can just come in here and laugh at me?!" Patrick took a step back, his eyes wide with shock. "Plankton, I—" But Plankton wasn't finished. "I've had enough!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the small room. "I'm not your entertainment! I'm not some pathetic excuse for a laugh!" His eye blazed with fury, and his tiny body trembled with the intensity of his emotions. Patrick looked taken aback, his smile fading as he realized the depth of Plankton's hurt. "Plankton, I—" But Plankton's anger was a wave that couldn't be held back. "You think my pain is a joke?" he yelled, his voice echoing off the metal walls of the Chum Bucket. "You think because I'm small and I've only got one eye, I don't feel anything?" Patrick's reaching to him, hand touching on his. "Plankton, no, I didn't mean—" But Plankton jerked, pushing him away, his eye flashing with anger. "Don't touch me!" he spat. "You don't get to act like you care now!" Patrick's hand hovered in the air, looking hurt. "But, Plankton, I do care," he said, his voice small. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Plankton turned away, his antennae drooping. "Just go," he said, his voice muffled by the tears. "Patrick, just leave me alone." "Plankton," he began, his voice thick with regret. "I'm sorry, okay?" Plankton's body was tense, his antennae quivering. Patrick took another step closer, his eyes sincere. "I just want to give you a hug, buddy," he said, his voice soft. "To show you that I'm sorry." Plankton's eye grew wide with shock. "What?" he squeaked, his body stiffening. "No, no, no, no, no!" Patrick paused, his arms hovering awkwardly in the air. "It's okay, Plankton," he said, his voice gentle. "It's just a hug." Sponge Bob watched the scene unfold, his heart heavy with the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air. He knew that Plankton didn't often show his vulnerable side, and the sight of his tiny, usually stoic friend so upset was difficult to bear. Patrick, his expression earnest, took another step closer to the bed. His arms remained outstretched, his fingers curling slightly as he reached for Plankton. "Come on, buddy," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Let me give you a hug. It'll make you feel better." Plankton's eye grew even wider, his body tensing like a bowstring ready to snap. "Don't you dare," he hissed, his voice shaking with anger and embarrassment. But Patrick was unfazed. He took another step closer, his arms still outstretched. "Come on, Plankton," he said, his voice soft and soothing. "I know you're in pain. Let me help." Plankton stared at him, his tiny body trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "Get away from me," he whispered, his voice shaking. But Patrick didn't listen. He leaned in, his massive arms closing around Plankton's frail form. It was a clumsy embrace, one that could've crushed the tiny plankton if he wasn't careful, but there was a tenderness in his movements that spoke volumes. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice gentle. "You're not weird, and you're not a joke. You're our friend, and we're here for you." Plankton's eye grew even wider, his tiny fists balling up the bedsheets. "Get off me!" he yelled, his voice cracking. "I don't need you!" But Patrick's grip remained firm, his arms enveloping Plankton in a bear hug that was both awkward and surprisingly gentle. "You don't have to be tough all the time," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We're here for you, buddy." Plankton struggled against him, his tiny fists pummeling Patrick's chest. "Let me go!" he yelled, his voice raw with pain and humiliation. "I said I don't want your pity!" Sponge Bob watched, his heart racing. He had never seen Plankton like this before, so open and vulnerable. He knew that his friend was hurting, and he didn't know what to do. "Patrick," he said, his voice a warning. "Maybe we should—" But Patrick was not to be deterred. He squeezed Plankton tighter, his voice a gentle rumble. "You don't have to be strong all the time, Plankton," he said. "We're your friends. Let us help you." Plankton's struggling grew weaker, his sobs becoming more pronounced. "I don't want your help," he choked out. But Patrick held on, his eyes squeezed shut as if willing his words to penetrate Plankton's armor of anger. "You do," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "Everyone needs help sometimes." Plankton's sobs grew louder, his fists slowly unclenching. He didn't know what to do with this newfound vulnerability, this uncharted territory of friendship. His whole life had been about competition and theft, not about sharing his pain with others. Sponge Bob watched the exchange with a mix of worry and hope. He knew that Plankton's pride was as vast as the ocean, and seeing him break down was almost as rare as spotting a ghost in the daylight. "Patrick, maybe we should—" But Plankton's words were drowned out by his own sobs as he buried his face in the pillow. "Just go!" he yelled, his voice muffled by the fabric. "I don't want your pity!" Patrick's eyes filled with concern, but he knew when to push and when to pull back. He took a step away from the bed, his hands dropping to his sides. "Okay, okay," he said, his voice soothing. "I'll go. But let me…” But Plankton was having none of it. "Get out!" he screamed, his voice echoing off the metal walls of the Chum Bucket. "I don’t need your pity or your friendship!" Patrick took a step back, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt. "But Plankton," he began, his voice tentative. "Out!" Plankton shrieked, his tiny body writhing with rage. His antennae shot up straight, and his eye was wet with tears of frustration. Patrick took a step back, his smile fading into a look of genuine concern. "But, Plankton," he protested, his voice gentle despite the yelling. "I just want to make sure you're ok." "I said leave me alone!" Plankton screamed, his one eye flashing with anger. "You think you can just waltz in here and laugh at my misfortune?" Patrick's expression fell, his arms dropping to his sides as he took a step back. "Plankton, I’m just trying to lighten the mood," he said, his voice laced with confusion. But Plankton was beyond consolation. "Get out!" he shrieked again, his voice cracking with emotion. "I don't need your kind of 'help'!" Sponge Bob looked at Patrick, his eyes filled with sadness. He knew that Plankton's outburst was a result of the pain and embarrassment he was feeling. The room was thick with tension, the silence only broken by Plankton's hiccupped sobs. Patrick's face fell, his usual jovial expression replaced with one of genuine concern. "Plankton," he said, his voice low and gentle. But Plankton was too far gone. "I said leave me alone!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the metal walls of the Chum Bucket. Patrick's smile disappeared, replaced by a look of genuine worry. "But Plankton," he said, his voice tentative. "I’m just trying to help." "Help?" Plankton's voice was filled with disdain. "You think mocking me is helping? It’s not, not ok!" He swiped at his tears with his arm, his anger palpable. "Get out!" Patrick looked at Sponge Bob, his expression a mix of confusion and sadness. "But, Plankton, I just trying to—" "I said, leave me alone!" Plankton's voice was a high-pitched screech that pierced the air, his one eye blazing with a fury that seemed to illuminate the dimly lit room. Patrick looked at him, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. "But Sponge Bob, I just wanted to—" Sponge Bob put a hand on his shoulder, his gaze firm. "I know, Patrick," he said. "But I think Plankton needs some space right now." Patrick looked at Plankton, his eyes filled with apology, and then back at Sponge Bob. With a heavy sigh, he nodded. "Okay," he said, his voice subdued. "I'll go. But, Sponge Bob, tell him I'm sorry." Sponge Bob nodded solemnly. "I will, Patrick," he said, his gaze never leaving Plankton's trembling form. Patrick gave a sad nod and turned to leave, his footsteps heavy on the metal floor. As the door clicked shut behind him, Plankton's sobs grew quieter, and the room was once again filled with an awkward silence. Sponge Bob approached the bed, his heart aching for his friend. He knew that Plankton's outburst was not directed at him, but rather at the pain and embarrassment he was feeling. He sat down gently beside the trembling form, his eyes filled with empathy. "Plankton," he said softly, placing a comforting hand on Plankton's bed. "I know you're upset, but we really do care about you." Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his outburst. He didn't look up from the pillow, but his grip on the bedsheets loosened slightly. "I know it's tough," he said, his voice gentle. Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his outburst. But Sponge Bob's words resonated with him, cutting through the haze of anger and embarrassment. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving with the effort of containing his emotions. "I don't want anyone else here," he murmured, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Just you, and Karen." Sponge Bob's grip on his shoulder tightened slightly, his heart swelling with affection for his troubled friend. "Okay, Plankton," he said softly. "It's just you and me." Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his tiny body gradually relaxing under the warmth of Sponge Bob's touch. He knew he could trust Sponge Bob, that his friend's intentions were always pure. Despite their many differences and the occasional misunderstanding, Sponge Bob had always been there for him. Sponge Bob gently rubbed Plankton's back, his movements slow and soothing. "It's okay, Plankton," he murmured. "I'm here for you." Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his breathing evening out as he clutched the pillow to his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to snap at you." Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his voice filled with warmth. "Don't worry about it, Plankton," he said. "We all have our moments." Plankton took another shaky breath, his body slowly calming down. "Thanks, Sponge Bob," he murmured, his voice still thick with emotion. Sponge Bob nodded, his hand still rubbing circles on Plankton's back. "It's okay," he said. "We all get overwhelmed sometimes." Plankton's antennae twitched, and he looked up at Sponge Bob with his one, watery eye. Sponge Bob nodded solemnly. "Patrick can be a little clueless sometimes, but he's got a good heart." Plankton's antennae drooped slightly. "I know," he said, his voice still shaking. Sponge Bob gave him a small, comforting smile. "I can talk to him, but only if you want me to," he said. "Make sure he knows not to laugh about it again." Plankton nodded, his tiny frame still trembling with emotion. "Thank you, Sponge Bob," he whispered. Sponge Bob's smile grew a bit, his eyes filled with understanding. "Of course, Plankton," he said. "That's what friends are for."
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