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“..Mmm..’m shoulder ‘s givin’ me hell..”
Yellow mumbles, dark vision slowly coming back in splashes of color. He blinks slowly, confusion starting to register. What had he been doing again?..it's all quite murky. No matter! He'll find the culprit for this sudden-
“Yellow? You're awake, thank goodness..now why would you go and do this?..”
A deep voice asks, his hand being gently held by another familiar firm grip. Yellow jolts in surprise, stammering on his words for a moment.
“O-oh, blue! What're ya doing in my room?”
Yellow asks, squinting at the shorter man, shakily trying to push himself up, blue gently presses his palm on his chest with a sigh.
“No, yellow. You're staying put.”
Blue says firmly, quietly opening his eyes and taking in yellow's Appearance.
“I-oh…”
Yellow responds, grunting in pain as he shifts. He blinks in confusion, bringing a hand to his shoulder and pressing against the firmly wrapped bandages.
“..oh dear..oh no, no..”
He whispers, memories snapping into place. Shortly after yellow had accidentally distracted green from cooking and causing a huge fire he had vanished. However, the sheriff wanted to punish himself as usual. He swallowed dryly as the sound of his gun going off plays back in his mind.
His thoughts are cut off as a dip in his bed snaps him out of it, blue suddenly sitting really close to yellow, staring at him with those deep blue sorrowful eyes.
“..yellow..you know if you're struggling you can talk to me. I just..”
He sighs.
“..you shot yourself, yellow. And if we had come any sooner, you would've…”
Blue covers his mouth with his hand, quickly turning his head away.
“O-oh im mighty sorry, blue i..I didnt mean ta scare ya..”
Yellow begins, startling as blue suddenly whirls around and gently grabs him by the non wounded shoulder.
“But are you sorry for shooting yourself, yellow?”
He asks, staring at yellow as he stammers for an answer. Expression only darkening the longer the flower takes to answer.
“Blue i-i didn't mean ta upset ya, darlin'-”
Blue just loosens his grip with a shaky sigh, putting his head in his hands.
“..yellow..i know adjusting has been..hard. but i need you to stop this, I cant..imagine what the others would do without you..”
He murmurs, shaking his head as he slowly trembles.
“..I dont know what I would do without you, yellow i…”
A sniffle escapes blue as he frantically wipes his eyes, glancing back at the bed ridden cowboy.
“dont do that again, dont..dont scare us like that.”
He says firmly, meeting yellow's gaze as he sheepishly nods.
“Swear it. Promise me you won't shoot yourself again.”
Blue begs, eyes glossy with tears refusing to fall, hands moving to grip the edge of the bed tightly as yellow meets him with silence.
“I..I can't promise that, I'm sorry blue i..”
He whispers, voice cracking as suddenly he would rather vanish into the shadows..yellow jolts in surprise as arms wrap around him, blue moving closer.
“..I won't let this happen again, yellow. I swear to it. I won't let you hurt yourself like this no more.”
The silence afterwards fill the room. Not awkward..but definitely not comfortable either. Yellow exhales shakily, eyes gleaming as he nods slowly, pulling blue onto him and burying his head in the nook of his shoulders, taking in his sweet smell…
“..’m sorry..”
..the same smell that came from his freshly fired gun as sparkly blue flowers prevent a bullet from ever coming..a soft sweet smell, bright flowers over lead in the head..