Hermitcraft Oneshots

The Storm Before The Calm- EVIL EX ANGST

Ok, this is kinda dumb but I'm really proud of that title-

TRIGGERS

-Vague mentions of blood

-Fainting

-Just kinda somene going into shock

-Hurt with no comfort (FOR NOW I'M STILL MAKING A PART TWO)

Let me know if I missed any triggers

Prompt: Icy wind slashed at his face, and the rain danced its evil dance upon his head as he tried to get his bearings on the isolated beach

Icy wind slashed at Ex's face, and the rain danced its evil dance upon his head as he tried to get his bearings on the isolated beach. The world seemed to be spinning, as the wind wailed out in misery, and the waves crashed against the shore, each one larger than the next. He clutched at his side, where a large gash went down the length of his torso. Small cuts, scars, and bruises coated his body, all gifts from the void. He hadn't touched solid ground for so long that his body crumpled onto the cold white sand, not used to holding itself up against gravity. He lay there, his blood staining the pure white sand as gravity seemed to push him deeper into the ground. After all, there was no gravity in the void...

Ex lay there for what seemed to be hours, as the storm raged all around him. All of his senses were overwhelmed with one feeling, pain. The pain seemed to swallow everything else, even the raging storm, and he was left in a muffled cloud of agony. He was barely conscious, barely breathing, yet whatever small speck of will he had left seemed to still be fighting for survival. He wanted so badly to just give up, to sink into the sand, and let go of his troubles, let go of his aching, stabbing pain all over his body. He let out a pathetic whimper, as he tried to shift against the storm. He was unsuccessful however, he felt his body convulse at the sudden wave of pain that overwhelmed him. He screamed into the wind as black patches danced in his vison, his consciousness slipping out of awareness before he blacked out.

When he awoke, his entire body felt stiff, numb and painful. He still had no strength to move at all. The storm seemed to have lessened, leaving only a deep cold in his bones. He thought he must be going crazy, as two sounds seemed to get closer and closer. Distantly, as though they were talking through jelly, he heard muffled words talking nearby. His hearing seemed unreliable, but he felt some small speck of hope. Desperate for some sort of relief against the agonising cold, he tried to make himself seen in any way possible. His voice box, croaky and painful from lack of use and the saltwater, tried to call put for help, to scream out for safety.

"H-h-help-p" was all he managed to murmur, his vocal cords sounding like nails down a chalkboard. The small amount of effort it took seemed to drain him completely, as his face paled to a pure white. The blood loss was catching up to him, and he felt dizzy. Whatever minuscule amount of dignity he had left crumpled as he began to weep pitifully into the sand.

The voices, however, had heard his small cry for help, and two figure ran towards where he lay. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw their figures bent over him, panicked noises coming from them. As the attempted to shift him out of the fetal position and onto his back, he screamed in agony, and his back arched involuntarily. His vision faded for a few seconds before clearing. As the world stopped spinning he saw one of the figures was bent over him, while the other seemed to be preparing bandages. Recognition flashed in his eyes as his sight focused on the man's face, and fear was evident in his eyes. Why would X be here, trying to help him if he was the reason he was banned in the first place.  He desperatly wanted to jump up and run far, far away form his brother, but was far too weak to even move a finger. Overwhelming fear was the last thing he thought of before he blacked out for a second time.

Warmth....That was the first sensation, then an overwhelming feeling of safety

Ex slowly opened his eyes a crack, squinting against the bright light. His head was pounding and it hurt to breathe. He took inventory of his body parts, slowly wiggling his fingers and toes, and was surprised to find that he could move them with minimum pain. He tried to roll on to his side before realising that was a very bad idea. He gasped as a stabbing pain shot down his side, and quickly fell back onto the bed, grateful for the mound of pillows. Opening his eyes fully now, he realised there was a person sat in the corner of the room, with an amused expression on their face.

I KNOW I KNOW BAD PLACE TO LEAVE OFF BUT I NEED TIME OK THIS WAS WRITTEN IN CLASS. IM WORKING ON PART TWO AS WE SPEAK.

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Thanks for reading, remember to drink water and take care of yourselves!