*distressed ghost noises*
“Art! Aaaaaaaaah INKY GO FIND SOME HEART FRUITS!!!”
“The grass! Go cut the grass!”
Blue just zips off to places unknown, returning a minute later as a wolf carrying a potion in his teeth, muttering telepathically about why he’s always the one running to get potions for incapacitated living Heroes and scaring the living daylights out of shopkeepers. He sets it down by the Repairman and returns to ghost form.
“Here, have him drink that!”
At Light’s screams, the Repairman jumped, flinging the roll of gauze quite some ways away.
He turned around in an instant.
“Heart fruit, got it wheredoI–?”
He wasn’t about to question cutting the grass to find some heart fruit, so he nodded and pulled an already-running lawnmower out of his toolbox and got to work.
Occasionally, a k-thunk sound could be heard over the roar of the mower, and it would spit something out. The Repairman would either cradle it if it was a heart, or just drop it if it wasn’t.
By the time he had about fifteen hearts, a wolf approached him with a red potion. When it turned out to be Blue, the Repairman snatched the bottle up.
“Of course!” he said to himself. Red potions were always good, right?
He dashed back to the physical Link and took a second to frantically look back and forth at the hearts and the potion. Which one would…?
No time! He stuck a funnel in “Art’s” mouth, dumping both the heart fruits and the contents of the bottle into it.
“Okay, c’mon, wake up, you shouldbeplentyhealthynow…” the Repairman rapidly begged, before descending into incomprehensible gibberish and finally falling silent.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 