Disconnected (SockSMP AU)

Hospital Stay

Meme's first job was to patch the wound.

It was bloody and gross, and if he left it like this, Woolfster would bleed out. He couldn't let someone else die, especially if he could prevent it. He put on gloves and grabbed a piece of cloth out to wrap it up in. The first thing he needed to do was stop the bleeding.

Thank God medical school prepared him for anything. And by med-school, he meant a few google searches he made a day before.

It wouldn't stop bleeding whenever he unwrapped it, but he couldn't risk an infection. He got a damp cloth out, squeezing most of the water out. He tried cleaning it, in case it got infected. Luckily, there was no visible debris in the wound. That might have been painful. He grabbed a wipe and cleaned the area around the wound. He put another, clean, wrapping it around the wound.

He couldn't help but keep checking the chat on his wrist. TbhHonest disconnected. It couldn't be true. Tbh was his best friend, other than Socks.

If it was true... He lost both of his best friends in a world where they thought they were immortal. He couldn't believe it. Any minute now, Tbh was going to message something. Something like... "Haha get pranked bro. I also figured out who the killer was and it was Laff all along and you were right, Meme! I captured him and put him in jail AND I brought Socks back from the dead! And best yet, I finally found a cure for Wictoria so she can be a human again!"

Yes totally. Any second now.

Any second now.

"Ow... My arm," Woolfster groaned.

"Woolf! You're up! Quick, tell me what hurts," Meme said.

"My hand, duh. It hurts like literal hell," Woolf grumbled. Meme giggled a little.

"I've been cleaning the wound so it doesn't get an infection... But honestly, I don't think your getting your hand back. I'm sorry..."

Woolfsters breathing sped up.

"Are you sure there's NOTHING you can do?" Woolfster begged. Meme shook his head.

"There's literally nothing. I know this is what happened to Socks, and we can't fix that. Maybe in the future but for now there's literally nothing."

Woolfster looked at the stump of his right wrist. The covers on it were red and soaking though, making his upper arm feel wet.

It was gross, to say the least.

"And Tbh..?"

Woolfster looked Meme in the eyes.

"I'm sorry but it's true. TbhHonest is dead."

Woolfster opened his mouth, he wanted to tell Meme Tbh's final wish, but it was just too awkward.

Oh, and your best friend had a crush on you despite you being married.

Like, how was he supposed to say that without feeling like he was breaking some sort of rule?

Meme stomped and threw a vase against the wall. And then he began to laugh.

Meme's laugh was bone-chilling to say the least, his basic reaction to anything that invoked strong emotions in him.

Woolfster couldn't blame him.

"He CAN'T be! You're joking, PLEASE tell me you're joking..." Meme's laughing abruptly stopped.

"I'm... I'm sorry Meme, I wouldn't lie about something like that."

Meme's face fell and he broke down in tears.