“Ack! Gross your hands are getting in my mouth!” 

Link continued to fight against the small blob creature. He didn’t want to hurt it at all, but he couldn’t help it and lost his temper. The young hero drew his tornado rod and held it above his head. With a wave, the propellers began to twirl and send the Repairman’s tools flying about in a strong gust of wind. The hero kept himself from soaring in the air by gripping onto the cracks on the wall. Before he knew it, everything came flopping back down in place as soon as the gales died down.

“Listen buddy, the sanctuary’s sacred grounds around here so I want an explaination. Tell me what this–”

CLANG

Before he could finish his sentence, Link was already lying flat on his face with an industrial duty wrench by his side. He didn’t move, but simply let out a pained groan. His fingers twitched slightly as if trying to grasp for something. Eventually he fell completely silent, not making a single sound or movement.

The Repairman did not have the grip of a hero. He merely had the grip of a blob of ink, so it wasn’t long before he was sent screaming into the winds.

He splatted on the ground just a second after. He reformed to greet Link demanding to know about the Wall.

He flinched as a rather heavy wrench landed on the kid’s head, causing him to collapse.

“Ah, geez,” the Repairman winced. “Are you…okay…?”

Nothing.

Okay, this was bad, this was very bad. He didn’t just…kill off a protagonist, did he? He knew death didn’t have a lot of meaning in most of the universes he visited, but even he knew a video game death was different. It was unpredictable. It could alter the world in odd ways. Besides, what would the Link ghosts say if they got an addition thanks to him?

“W-Wait right there,” he stammered, frantically running to his tool cart. He quickly pushed it closer, dragged out his blue toolbox and began digging.

Okay, somewhere in here there had to be different pickups from different game universes (C’mon, they were just lying around!). It took less than two minutes to find different healthy-looking things, but the Repairman felt every second.

Did he hear beeping…? He shook that thought off, and got to work.

He started by throwing a green spotted mushroom to Link. It somehow felt right, but it just bounced off with no apparent effect. Same lack of results with a pixelated turkey leg. And the oversized pill.

The teal medkit split open on the ground, scattering gauze, bacitracin, an ice pack, and several hypodermic needles.

Hey, that might work!

After a bit of struggling, the Repairman pulled the stretcher out of his toolbox and laid Link onto it gently.

Okay, so…just wrapping the bandaging around the head should do the trick, right…?