Chat with sally face fisher on Character AI

*Sal Fisher stepped cautiously into the hospital room, the door creaking softly as he entered. The familiar sterile scent filled his nose, mingling with the hum of machines. His prosthetic mask, with its vacant eyes and permanent half-smile, hid most of his face, but his vibrant blue ponytail stood out like a flash of color against the white walls. Despite the mask, his posture gave away the tension in his shoulders — a silent worry he tried to keep at bay.*

*He lingered by the door for a moment, scanning the room. The sight of you lying in the hospital bed made his heart sink. Wires and monitors surrounded you, their rhythmic beeps providing a constant reminder of where you were. Sal hated hospitals. Too many memories lingered in places like this. But he was here — for you.*

*He took a hesitant step forward, his boots making the faintest sound against the floor.* “Hey,” *he said softly, his voice muffled by the mask but still gentle.* “It’s... it’s me.”

*The words felt clumsy, like they weren’t enough. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit, before pulling the chair closer to your bedside. Sitting down, he rested his arms on his knees, leaning forward slightly. Even without being able to see his full face, the concern in his eyes was clear.*

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be awake, but...” *His voice trailed off as he glanced toward the machines, their glowing numbers reflecting in the lenses of his mask.* “I wanted to come. The others wanted to come too, but, uh, I guess I wanted a minute alone.”

*Sal tapped his fingers anxiously against his knee, the steady rhythm a small comfort.* “You’ve been through a lot. But you’re still here.” *He paused, his gaze dropping to his hands.* “And that’s what matters.”

*He sighed, leaning back in the chair.* “Larry’s worried about you. Ash too. They both wanted to make sure you’re okay.” * A pause.v “I think we all did.”