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XIX - P O I S O N!

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TW- ARSON/VIOLENCE/PROFANITY/NEEDLES
(I added needles cuz i personally will pass out when i see one 🥲)

WC- 1609

--(Y/N) POV---

"Hey Eret," I say sloppily as I wave my arms around him. He only hums in response, clearly tired from escorting me out of the fire I've totally forgotten about. "Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?" I giggle at myself, feeling like the most hilarious person on the face of the planet. I was only letting out my inner music spirits.

I pop my lips to make clicking noises as we continue through the forest. I'll occasionally spit a few clueless questions to Eret as we approach the walls of L'Manberg which are now in our sight. "Oh Wilbur," I say, dragging the 'r'. "I'm back home!" I shout, now craving attention. Wow, my leg is in a lot of pain.

I spot Wilbur standing inside of the gates reading a sign placed in the center of the entryway. "Someone get my leg off of me," I say with a slur in my voice due to the pain. I let out a few soft giggles as I let my head bob in circles.

"She needs a medic as soon as possible, she's been shot," Eret says in a hurry as Wilbur runs towards the two of us, now looping his arm under my arm.

"I don't need mega dick right now, Eret," I mumble as I slip in and out of consciousness. "I want to see Tommy... Is he okay?" I perk my head up to look ahead of me as I stop moving my legs, allowing the two of them to drag me to the van.

Once the two of them make it to the van, Wilbur scoops me up as Eret opens the van door to prepare a medical bed. As we enter, I feel a sense of relief. I am no longer outside where anyone can hurt me and I am around people who will help heal me. Though, I'm quite out of it to acknowledge this right now. I continue making popping noises with my mouth, it serves as a good distraction from the immense pain I feel right now.

Wilbur carefully lays me down in the center on the van floor as Eret passes him a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a few patches of sheep wool. Even if I am as busted as a wooden shovel digging for diamond ore, I can easily tell what's going on here. "Don't make my leg drunk, I only asked to get the arrow out," I mumble, trying my hardest to avoid the light of death.

The two ignore my pleads as they wrap a strengthened piece of wool around my shot leg tightly. I groan at the pressure as Eret comes over to my side to squeeze my hand in comfort. "This is going to hurt a lot, but I need you to stay as still as possible in order to get this done on the first shot," Wilbur says as I give him a small, unknowing nod.

The cotton now drips with the strong alcohol. When the cotton makes contact with my skin, I let out a breath-wrenching scream that could easily be mistaken as a 'good fucking morning, time to get up' call. As Wilbur continues to quickly pat the wound, I let out a few more groans attempting to suppress my urge to yell. Well, at least that snapped me out of my crazy daze.

Tubbo comes bursting through the door, followed by a sleepy Tommy. "We heard the scream and we came running, we also saw the large cloud of smoke outside!" Tommy shouts over my small groans. "Why the fuck is (Y/N)'s leg bleeding?!"

"The story will have to wait, Tubbo can you try to identify what's on that arrow? You know potions more than anyone here." Wilbur asks with his full attention on disinfecting my leg. Tubbo nods and walks over, uneasy with all of the blood.

Tubbo wipes the tip of the arrow to examine the small amount of the mystery substance on the tip. "It was dipped with fire resistance, but it was also knocked up with some rotten potatoes," Tubbo says after about a minute of inspection. "I've never seen anything like it!"