Flowerbell's Love Triangle/Part 2

Papa Smurf remained asleep and under constant care by the Smurfs throughout the entire day. When he came to the next morning, he was greeted by his son Empath.

"What...what happened to me? Where am I?" Papa Smurf asked.

"You've almost died during your workout, Papa Smurf," Empath answered. "This smurf had to jumpstart your heart with a psionic blast in order to revive you. It was fortunate that you survived, or else we wouldn't be here talking with each other. How are you feeling this morning?"

"Uh, like I need something to eat," Papa Smurf responded. "You really should be careful about smurfing me a workout if you plan on smurfing after my health."

"This smurf apologizes for that, Papa Smurf," Empath said sincerely. "This smurf was only trying to make sure you would be comfortable easing into your workout routine. You are after all a Smurf who's advanced in years."

"I don't need another reminder that I'm an old Smurf, Empath," Papa Smurf said, sounding a bit upset. "Who's currently smurfing after things in the village?"

"Hefty is right now overseeing things while Brainy is taking care of your laboratory and Tapper is doing some counseling, Papa Smurf," Empath reported. "But nonetheless, the whole village does care about you and only wants to see you live out the rest of your years."

"Well, I think it's time I joined the rest of my little Smurfs," Papa Smurf said as he slowly made his way out of his bed. "Promise me you'd not smurf me through another one of those workouts if you want to see me healthy."

"This smurf promises to be careful in the future, Papa Smurf, and again this smurf apologizes for what has happened," Empath said as he helped Papa Smurf get back on his feet. "This smurf has brought you your regular clothes that you can change into whenever you're ready. Do you need any help?"

"No, Empath, I am fine," Papa Smurf said insistently, taking the red pants that were sitting next to him on a chair next to his bed and going over to behind a divider to change from his hospital gown.

Dabbler came in to see on his patient when he noticed he was up and about changing his clothes. "I'm glad to see that you're smurfing well this morning, Papa Smurf, but you should smurf things slowly just to make sure you don't smurf another attack like you did yesterday," Dabbler advised as soon as he saw Papa Smurf back to wearing his red pants.

"Thank you, Dabbler, I'll be sure to remember that," Papa Smurf said, taking a walking stick that Dabbler provided for him. Empath helped Papa Smurf as he slowly made his way out the door.

"We're going to take things nice and easy, Papa Smurf," Empath said. "This smurf promises that hardly any Smurf will bother you until you have a chance to recover."

As Papa Smurf made his way outside, he was already greeted by a group of Smurfs that were gathering around him. "Gosh, Papa Smurf, are you okay?" Clumsy asked, sounding concerned.

"Can't you see that he has just smurfed out of the infirmary, Clumsy?" Brainy asked, annoyed as if his friend couldn't see the obvious.

"You almost smurfed us quite a scare there, Papa Smurf," Hefty said.

"Is there anything that we can do for you, Papa Smurf?" Smurfette asked.

"Please, let Papa Smurf have some room for himself, my fellow Smurfs," Empath said. "He needs to have some food so he can slowly start to recover."

The Smurfs started to back away as they watched Empath guide Papa Smurf to Greedy's kitchen. "Poor Papa Smurf," Clumsy said. "I hope that he smurfs better."

"Of course he's going to smurf better, Clumsy," Brainy said. "He's got Empath smurfing out for him in his time of need."

"I sure hope so, Brainy," Hefty said. "Papa Smurf just isn't a young Smurf like the rest of us."

To be expanded on.