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𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 part 10 Karen felt his grip on her hand loosen, his body relaxing completely as his eye finally closed. She watched as Nurse Cherry and Dr. McTentacles exchanged nods of confirmation. Plankton was asleep. So they put the IV in as they remove the mask. The mask had now been replaced by the clear plastic IV tube, snaking into his arm, keeping him asleep and pain-free. Karen watched the surgical instruments glint in the bright lights, watching his mouth open wide, his face slack and unaware of the invasion happening. The nurse had explained that he'd wake up disoriented or loopy, so Karen held onto his hand. She watched as Dr. McTentacles' tentacles moved with precision, his beak working in sync with the tools to pull the wisdom teeth out. Karen's gaze was locked on her husband's face. Plankton remained still, the only indication that he was alive being the soft snores that escaped his open mouth. The surgery was quick, Dr. McTentacles working efficiently. Karen felt a mix of fear and admiration as she watched the tentacles dance around Plankton's mouth, pulling and poking with a grace that seemed almost inhuman. The teeth were out in no time, and the nurse handed them to the doctor in a trash bin before removing the IV. Nurse Cherry then moved to stitch him up. "Dissolving sutures," she said, producing a tiny bottle and a needle. "They're designed to dissolve over time, reducing the need for a follow-up appointment." Karen nodded, her gaze fixed on the nurse's hands as she began the meticulous task of sealing Plankton's gums. The stitches looked like tiny threads of spun sugar, disappearing as they were woven into the fabric of his mouth. Each stitch was placed with the utmost care, as if Nurse Cherry was crafting a delicate piece of art. As the surgery concluded, Karen felt the weight of anxiety lift slightly. Plankton's breathing remained steady, his snores growing softer. She watched as Dr. McTentacles' tentacles retracted, the surgical tools placed back into their respective trays with a satisfying clink. The nurse, with a gentle smile, began to pack Plankton's mouth with gauze. It looked so foreign, those stark white cotton squares, nestled against the redness of his gums. Karen felt a swell of protectiveness as she watched them carefully tuck each one into place. When Plankton started to drool in his sleep, a tiny line of saliva snaking down his chin, Karen couldn't help but smile despite the gravity of the situation. The sight of him so defenseless and at peace, contrasted sharply with his usual hyperactive self, brought a tenderness to her heart. She reached over with a soft cloth and gently wiped it away. The surgery had gone well, better than she had dared hope for. But now came the next part- recovery. Nurse Cherry had warned her that Plankton might have some funny reactions to the anesthesia. "It can affect people differently," she'd said, her voice gentle. "Some get a bit... loopy." Now, as Plankton's snores grew quieter and his breathing evened out, Karen couldn't help but wonder what the nurse meant by "loopy." Would he wake up babbling nonsense, or maybe think he could fly? "Don't worry," the nurse whispered to Karen as she cleaned up the surgical area. "It's normal. The anesthesia can make people say and do some pretty strange things. Just remember it's not him, it's the drugs." The nurse then let Sandy in. "Chip's still in the waiting room." Sandy went over by Karen. Sandy's eyes searched Plankton's sleeping face, his features relaxed in a way she'd never seen before. He looked almost... peaceful. "What happens now?" she asked Karen, her voice hushed. Karen's gaze never left his face. "We wait for him to wake up," she said. So Sandy simply held Karen's other hand, offering silent support. Plankton's mouth was swollen as he slowly roused from his drug-induced slumber. His eye fluttered open, his pupil dilated and unfocused. "Wahh... wh-wha was’at?" he slurred. Karen chuckled, relief washing over her. "It's okay, dear," she said, her voice soft. "You had your wisdom teeth out." Plankton's eye widened, his mind a foggy haze. "Teethies?" he mumbled. He reached a tentative hand to his mouth. "Don't touch," Karen said, smiling. She knew the feeling of confusion was part of the anesthesia's charm. "M'head's allll... swimmy," he murmured, his speech slurred from the surgery and numbness. "It's okay," Karen assured, her voice soothing. "You're just waking up from your nap. Remember?" Sandy watched as Plankton blinked several times, his eye struggling to focus. "Yeah, the... the tish," he said slowly, his voice still thick. Karen nodded. "That's right. Now, let's get you sitting up," she said, gently helping him upright. As Plankton's vision cleared, he looked around the room, his gaze finally landing on Sandy. His face twisted with confusion before he spoke. "Ishii?" Sandy's expression was a mix of concern and curiosity. "Hi, Plankton," she said, her voice tentative. She didn't know what to expect from his post-surgery state. Plankton squinted at her, his eye unfocused. "You... youw heaw?" he asked, his voice still slurred. "Yes," Sandy said, her smile gentle. "It's me, Sandy." Plankton's gaze searched her face, then seemed to clear a bit. "Oh," he said, still groggy. The nurse returned with instructions for his recovery. "Keep the gauze in for an hour, then remove it. We put extra of the dissolving stitches in due to his history of spasms. Take it easy today. Plankton can nap, and just soft foods." Karen nodded. Plankton, still a bit out of it, giggled to himself. "Soft food," he murmured, his eye still unfocused. "Nurse, didst you shay... jelly?" Karen and Sandy couldn't help but chuckle at his slurred speech. Nurse Cherry nodded, smiling. "Yes, jelly is perfect," she said.

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