Chapter seven-WARNING: TISSUES MAY BE NEEDED IN THIS PART!
Kermit rubbed Piggy's dead hand as he wiped his tears off with his other hand. "Piggy, I need you." he cried, "I love you." "Kermit, cal-" "NO, I CAN'T CALM DOWN!" he stopped Leah, "SHE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND SHE COULD BE GONE! EVERYONE, STOP TELLING ME TO ******* CALM DOWN!" He fell to his knees. "Kermit, please, listen to us." Fozzie pleaded, "For Piggy."
He stopped the bleeding, but Piggy's white as snow and she hasn't gained any breath or pulse. "I stop the bleeding and all you have to do is to..." he looked at the mointer, "Wake up."
Piggy woke up in her bed, in the house. She noticed her a boot on her right foot, an old bloody blanket, new clothes on, sugerical marks on her head and stomach.
She grabbed her crutches and walked out the door. She hoped down with one foot, holding onto the railing. "K-kermit." she said, looking down.
He turned around and walked to her. "Piggy, you're alive." he cried and hugged her, "I thought you was a goner." He carried her to the couch.
He rubbed her hand. She's not a ghost. "You're still looking white and flushed." he told her, "Why did you do that?" "I was trying to help-" "You nearly died." he told her. "I'm s-s-s." she tried to say. He lifted her shirt to see her back.
"You're going to be in bed rest for a while." he said, "Shattered foot, fractured skull, I can't believe that you're alive. You busted your head, which fratured your skull, and your stomach was busted."
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Leah and Zoot sat in their room and shared a kiss.
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