So, when Tubbo first awoke, he wasn't expecting everything to flipping hurt. It was obvious he had bandages on, except his feet felt like he had walked miles and miles without a break.
His torso hurt, he currently had a headache, and the bandages were way too itchy.
Tubbo needed to open his eyes and complain as much as possible.
But when he did, it hurt, so he settled for squinting.
The whole world was blurry, but he could make out 2 blurry figures and muffled talking.
Tubbo let out a groan as his eyes opened all the way, slightly wincing at the pain. It had felt way better and fine when his eyes were shut.
"-bbo? Can you hear me?" A voice said, startling his thoughts. After a moment, he found out who it was. Bad, the demon-ish SCP.
Tubbo raised his hands, making them form a thumbs up before he dropped them onto the bed(he wasn't quite sure if it was the floor)?
They felt like 100 pounds, again, way too heavy.
"Good, how are you feeling?" Bad said, glancing at him.
"'ike shit," Tubbo said, his words slurred.
"Language," Bad muttered. "Tommy, could you go get some painkillers?"
Tommy nodded, before bouncing away.
Tubbo winced, looking around. He had a few questions but didn't feel like talking. Plus, his headache was another reasonable reason.
After a few moments, Tommy came back with a bottle of water in his hands, and a small pill bottle.
"Thank you," Bad said, grabbing them. "You might want to sit up."
Tubbo groaned, before moving his arms and pushing himself up, using the wall to support himself. That ached, another thing to complain about when he didn't feel like dying.
Bad handed him two pills, and the bottle of water. "You have to swallow these whole."
Tubbo let out a disapproving sigh, before taking the two(or would it be considered three?) items.
He paused for a second, before placing the pills in his mouth. Tubbo brought the water up to his mouth and swallowed, wincing at the feeling of it being washed down.
Tubbo took a few more gulps, before handing it back to Bad.
Bad clapped his hands softly, "Great, now let's get some food in you so you don't get sick." He said, not talking to anyone specifically.
Tommy had already left, rushing off to get food from who knows where.
Tubbo never realized how hungry he was, and his stomach growled in response. It had been around, three or two days since he had last eaten.
With a sigh he waited, staring at the wall.
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FanfictionTubbo lived a boring life. Wake up in white room, do nothing or be brought out and do something boring and a tad painful. It was the same thing every day, and he only had bee's for company. Well, that was all until a blond walked into his room. :: �...
