Whole Again - poly!feral boys (DreamSMP)

fifty - seven

"What are you guys doing to do today?", I murmur as I try to fight a yawn.

None of the boys really have an answer, but I can tell Alex's mind is somewhere else.

He gets this specific look in his eye that we all know means he's deep in thought about something.

I tap his arm to get his attention, and I can see him snap back to reality.

"What's on your mind?", I ask him softly in case he doesn't want everyone's attention on him.

Karl shifts a little bit on my other side, scooting closer to Sapnap.

"I miss streaming.", he admits.

"So stream.", I shrug.

He looks a little puzzled.

It's almost like he expected something more from me.

A bigger reaction?

"You're not going to be upset if I do?", he eyes me suspiciously.

"Why would I be upset?"

I think we're both genuinely confused with one another.

"It hasn't been that long since everything has happened. I don't want you to think that I'm just moving on from what happened.", Alex tries to be as vague as possible.

I know what, more specifically who, he's talking about.

The boys haven't been active since we found out about Archer, and I can tell they're all getting a little antsy to get back to their form of normal.

"I'm not. Entertaining is your job, and I won't ever keep you away from that. If you want to stream, I think it's a good idea.", I assure him.

He still looks a little weary.

"Did I hear something about streaming?", Clay perks up.

I swear they're like the seagulls from Finding Nemo sometimes.

"Alex wants to stream later.", I rat him out with a grin.

Alex rolls his eyes at me, but he can't hide his excitement at the prospect of streaming.

"We should do a stream train!", George pops his head up.

"Yes!", Karl agrees, shooting up into a sitting position.

In a matter of seconds, the boys are rushing around the room to get ready before all scattering to their offices.

I sigh after they are all gone, slowly pushing myself out of bed.

I change into a pair of shorts and a sweater before heading in the direction of the kitchen.

"Hi, buddy!", I scratch behind Oreo's ears.

I open the back door so he can go outside.

The backyard is fenced in, so I know he's okay to run around out there all on his own.

I refill his food and water bowls while he's outside before settling down on the left couch.

A notification pops up on my phone that George is streaming, which is typical to the stream train that he starts them.

I grab the remote off of the table and open Twitch.

They're all running around on the SMP, causing chaos like normal.

Leaning back, I check on Oreo before turning my attention back towards the television.

Clay is donning the DreamXD persona; his various voice-changers echoing from the speakers of the television.

Oreo begins to bark, and I pull myself up off of the couch with a sigh to see what he's barking at.

"What's wrong?", I furrow my eyebrows as I slide the glass door open.

He just continues barking.

As I get closer, I finally spot what he's barking at.

There's a rabbit close to the fence.

"Leave it.", I command him.

He supposedly knows certain commands, but he also apparently has selective hearing.

Oreo takes off after the rabbit, and I watch as he sticks his nose down the hole the rabbit disappeared into.

"Stop!", I tug on his collar, trying to pull him out of the hole.

As I pull again, I accidentally step into the hole and fall backwards.

However, my foot stays stuck, and I hear a sickening crack.

"No.", I groan as I sit up and attempt to move my foot.

I can't move it on my own, and when I lightly lift my ankle with my hand, a shooting pain rippling through my leg.

Patting around for my phone, I realize I left it on the couch next to the remote.

How convenient.

I let out a small whimper when I try to move my ankle, and Oreo sniffs at my hand curiously.

"No more rabbits.", I tease him with a pained giggle.

We'll have to cover this hole eventually.

I roll my head towards the door, and I see it still mostly open.

"Oreo.", I snap my fingers, and he looks directly at me.

"Inside.", I point towards the house, and he follows my instructions.

I attempt to scoot towards the house, but I don't get very far before I physically have to stop because of the pain.

This is just my luck.

Clay's POV

There's a thud against my door, but I don't open it in case it was an accident.

When another thud followed by some light scratching echoes against my door, I stand up to open it.

"Oreo, what's up?", I lean down, gently petting his head.

He nudges at my hand before trotting back down the hall towards the kitchen.

We both just stare at each other for a minute before he barks at me.

"Are you out of food or what?", I ask him, heading towards the kitchen to check on his bowls.

They're both full, so Finley must've filled them up pretty recently.

I can hear George on the tv, so I'm a little surprised when I look in the living room and she's not there.

Oreo barks again before slipping out the back door.

"Hey, come ba-Finn?", I almost am not sure if I'm imagining what I'm seeing or not.
"Hi.", she smiles at me, but it's not her normal smile.

Something's off.

"Are you okay?", I kneel by her side.

Her eyes fall to her ankle, and I can't hide my grimace when I look at it.

It is swelled up, and there's a deep purple bruise covering her entire ankle.

"Don't ask.", she huffs out as she watches me examine the injury.

I loop one arm under her legs and the other wrapping around her middle as I pick her up and carry her into the house.

Her ankle is positioned at a strange angle, so I already know what the issue is.

"Stay here, just one second. Okay?", I gently pat her hand, and she nods at me.

I knock on George's door, pushing it open the slightest bit.

He immediately mutes his mic, and I make sure his green screen is still obscuring his background before I say anything.

"Finn messed up her ankle. I'm going to take her to the hospital.", I whisper, still paranoid about someone hearing me.

"The hospital?!"