You were down to one heart, but you didn’t mind — it only made you faster. Confident in your speed, you casually headed back toward the elevator to regroup with the others. That confidence, however, didn’t prepare you for the sudden cupcake that smacked you in the head.

Caught off guard, you stumbled to the ground just as a healing heart kicked in — now you had two. Not too bad. At least you weren’t at full hearts, which meant your speed boost was still in effect.

As you started to push yourself off the floor, you felt someone grab your legs and, without warning, hoist you over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Of course — Sprout. The very same guy who threw the cupcake in the first place. And right beside him was his partner-in-crime, Cosmo.

Both healers took off toward the elevator at full speed, Sprout carrying you effortlessly while Cosmo tried to keep up.

Once they reached the elevator, Sprout unceremoniously dropped you on the floor. Before you could even process what was happening, Cosmo was already plastering bandages all over you — one on your forehead, one on your cheek, another on your shoulder — and then some. It was nonstop. Annoying, even. making you full at hearts.. three hearts..

Sprout stood back with another healing cupcake in hand, shooting you a narrow-eyed glare like telling you to prepare for a lecture or scolding after they stuff your face with cupcakes and bandages. Meanwhile, Cosmo looked like he was about to cry, panic-stricken as he frantically covered you in bandages like he was patching up a glass doll.

Typical. Overprotective best friends.