Ever since the rehab opened, the toons had been slowly curing the twisteds, and Cosmo was one of them. His recovery was a delicate process, requiring constant supervision whenever he stepped outside his room—a responsibility entrusted to none other than his closest friend, Sprout.

Despite everything, Cosmo was healing. The time apart had been long, but now, with Sprout by his side again, the desire to return to their old routine—baking together—burned bright in his heart.

"Cosmo, it's time for your daily pills." Sprout’s voice was gentle yet firm as he stepped into the room, holding the necessary medication that every rehab toon had to take for the cure to work.