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Wemmbu had been in another rough fight with far too many close calls to count, his wings nearly got ripped off and were currently bleeding; same with his tail. He had a deep gash on the side of his body and was struggling to keep upright. ‘All I need to do is make it to the portal..” he thinks while his vision is being met with black dots that make him dizzy.
He makes it about two more minutes before tipping himself over the edge by tripping over his own tail; yes it did in fact hurt like a bitch but it wasn’t the most painful thing going on. As he falls over he feels his wings attempt to help him upright before giving up and laying limp on his back just as he falls onto the ground with a loud thud while excruciatingly painful and labored breaths pour out of him like the blood in his side wound. Thankfully he wasn’t that far away from the end portal, though it would take a few minutes to get himself up again, not to mention the nausea in his gut from his lack of food, rest, and many other things he probably should’ve payed attention too but nothing he can do about it now.
Once he works up the courage to sit up he slowly stands and leans on gambit for support and makes his way towards the portal room, before stepping into it and trying not to get sick from the whirling in his vision and the feeling of his body warping into another dimension.
When we finally makes it into the end after what felt like years he stumbles out of the broken trapped room set up by Minutetech in an attempt to protect the end dimension from griefers and people looking for trouble. Wemmbu shakes as he wobbles up the steps and into the end base and collapsing yet again onto the floor, but this time there wasn’t an attempt to save him from the fall because he is already unconscious before he can register he is falling.
*POV CHANGE FOR LIKE A PARAGRAPH OR TWO*
I was in the library with Minute when we heard a loud bang near the entrance, minute, having a faster reaction time than I due looked up and stood up first with me following suit. It took about 10
Seconds for us to reach the entrance while sprinting and 3 more for us to realize who was laying unconscious on the floor bleeding out on the carpet.
It was Wemmbu.
*back to wemmbus pov btw👀*
When I finally awoke I registered two things. one that I was no longer at the entrance and was instead laying on a bed, forced on my side due to my side wound, second that I was very much not alone. Minute and egg hovered over my body staring for a moment before Egg starts rolling with questions that come out like second nature, the only sentences I can fully understand from the quick and worried inquiries were something along the lines of “Dude what happened’ ‘who did you fight’ and ‘snap out of it’” - oh I guess I did just dissociate after passing out on their doorstep..
“Uh”
“Dont ‘uh’ me Wemmbu what the hell happened dude??!” Egg said frantically gripping onto his shoulders and staring directly into wemmbu’s eyes “sorry- sorry I’m kinda freaked out right now; those were really, really bad wounds”
“You’re also extremely malnourished and dehydrated” minute interjected before grabbing a cup of water off the nightstand and holding the straw up to wemmbu’s mouth.
Wemmbu rolls his eyes but drinks the water. “It’s like not that big of a deal” he said then taking too big an inhale of air before he starts coughing up a storm, earning a look from minute and egg simultaneously. It’s almost like they planned for him to be in this position…
“Wemmbu bro you literally needed like 50 stitches??!” The angel says, grabbing a bowl of soup that minute handed him and ruling it toward wemmbu while minute props him up on a pillow
“So uh how’s it hanging…?” Wemmbu says in an attempt to switch the subject to a more light hearted one
“Wemmbu bro eat your soup” eggs says before grabbing his lore book, probably to get information about the server from wemmbu.
After Wemmbu finishes eating which takes far to long for him to do— even with his injuries egg grabs a hairbrush from in the nightstands drawer and goes to sit next to Wemmbu
Wemmbu, to nobody’s shock complies with egg and scoots forward as best as he can. His hair was a wreck and definitely needed to be fixed before it drives him up the wall. “I guess bro” he says before getting comfortable and letting egg brush his hair.
in the middle of egg fixing his hair wemmbu falls asleep and leans back onto egg while his hair gets messed with; messing his brain intro drowsiness and sludge, forcing him to finally get a bit of rest that didn’t come from passing out after going to many days without proper rest and meals
why does this keep happening? every time he goes to see egg and minute he’s always dirtied and bloody; making wemmbu feel like he’s leaching off of the people he cares about most. making wemmbu feel more like a lost cause…
When he next woke (again) he was warm, and clinging to
egg like his life depended on it, though to be fair if he wasn’t with egg (and minute) he would indefinitely be dead, dying, or in captivity because some sort of group or
‘vigilante’ system of people who think they can change the nature of thousands of player when and where it doesn’t belong. so he kept clinging. no reason to stop anyway, it’s not like he cares that much if he is seen with the one person the majority of the server knows he cares for deeply
of course it didn’t take long for him to get bored of sitting around—so he did what any reasonable person would do, get up.
“bro sit down”
“bro i’m bored, let me have this”
“dude sit down or minutes gonna kill both of us”
so wemmbu sat down after he decided to dramatically spin around and fake faint onto the bed. “yo we should have like a little competition to see who’s the best dancer oat”
“you literally just got into recovery please stop tryna do stuff that’s gonna hurt you” egg sighed as he looked at wemmbu’s bored expression and decided he wanted to do something aswell, but nothing that’ll hurt wemmbu even more.
ultimately they both fell asleep again and were found by minute
“void, what did i get myself into..” minute sighed before grabbing a nearby blanket and draping it over egg and wemmbu before walking out to continue what he was doing before he went to check on the two.