Clueless | Detective a6d AU

19 - Healing

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art by @__ryaine__ on twitter

tw: suicide mention, death mention

a6d POV

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I open my eyes slowly. I have a headache and I hear a slow and even beep noise coming from my left. I awake more and realize I'm in a hospital bed. My leg is wrapped in bandages and my finger has a pulse oximeter. I look to my right and see flowers. I hear the door open and see Skeppy walk in. He looks at me and gasps.

"a-a6d?" He says, shocked.

"Hey, Skeppy," I smile.

"a6d!" Skeppy cries as he rushes toward me. He hugs me tightly and cries on my shoulder. "You idiot! I was so worried about you!"

"It's ok. I'm here," I hug him back. 

I smile in his shoulder. I missed him so much. I never want to leave his side. Skeppy pulls back from the hug and wipes his tears away. He sits by me.

"Are you feeling better now that you're awake?" He asks.

"I guess so. I've never felt happier than seeing you, to be honest," I smile, but it fades away as I gather my thoughts. I look at Skeppy sadly, "Skeppy, do you know... How I got into this coma?" I ask.

He sighs and folds his hands together, "Yeah. Dream told me pretty much everything that happened. Even... Techno's suicide... And how he tried to kill you..." 

I look to the side sadly. I rest my head on my hand and tap my cheek anxiously. I look back at Skeppy, "Did you already know that Technoblade was behind Bad's murder when the gang let you go?"

"No, I didn't know of any of this. But... Why would Techno do this? Fame isn't important, it's sticking with friends is what's important."

"He said he was jealous, and he wanted to rise in fame. But killing other people all for that is insane. It's heartless to even think of doing that just to have a larger fan base." 

Skeppy holds his head in stress. His eyes say he's full of questions, most of what could not be answered. "Damn it..." He mutters, "Should I let Dream know that you're awake?"

"Yeah, of course," I smile slightly, "Ah, before you leave, I need to ask you something important."

"What's up?"

"...When will we be able to release the news? On Twitter?"

"...I'll leave it up to you. You can tweet on your own. I'll... Tweet on my own time. Ok?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

He squeezes my hand and gets up, and walks out of my room. I let go of my breath I didn't know I was holding. Everything that has happened has been stressful to everyone. I'll have to soon release what happened to Bad and Techno on Twitter. I get my phone from the table and turn it on. I go to the Twitter app and take a deep breath.

 I start to type out what happened. Bad's death, blaming Skeppy for it, the trial, Techno's reveal and suicide, my coma, and now the present. I don't explain the dreams I have been having, no one would understand it. Even I don't understand it. My fingertips shake over the "Tweet" button. Tears form in my eye as I read it over and over again. I press it and drop my phone on my lap.