Grian Oneshots

20 ~ Sick

Sick Grian.

He puts off taking care of himself, to finish at least getting one more shulker box of sand.

Requested: No.

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Grian had to stop digging the sand pit to catch his breath. It was slightly hard for him to breath. He shook it off and looked at the sand pit and then the shulker boxes.

"If you take a break, it'll take longer to get this finished." Grian muttered to himself.

He picked up the shovel again to restart.

...

Grian placed the shulker boxes next to the concrete mix maker. He had no idea where to place them, so Iskall would come by over the next few days to get them into the right places. Grian looked at the concrete maker, and thought.

"Didn't Ren ask me to get him some dye...?" Grian asked, quietly and to himself.

He quickly looked at himself before muttering to himself again.

"Its a redstone machine, it won't need much effort." Grian said. "And it won't take too long either."

After dropping off the dye to Ren's base, he remembered some other people who had asked for dye. So he went back to get more dye.

As he reached the portal, he remembered that he needed some things in the Nether.

After dropping the dye off, he went to look for the items he needed in the Nether.

Then he saw some quartz, and thought about the infinity room. He needed to get more maps done to finish the secondary room.

After gathering the soul sand, he went after the maps he needed to get.

This continued until Joe stopped to talk to Grian.

"What are you doing? Didn't Iskall tell you only to get the least amount of sand they needed? They said you were sick." Joe asked, Grian looked confused at first then it clicked with him.

"I'm just doing some little things that need to get done." Grian said shrugging.

"Okay. What are you doing?" Joe asked.

"I'm going to take these quartz filled shulker boxes to Sahara." Grian said. "That reminds me that I need to get Scar's diamonds to him. And I need to get Iskall to fill the concrete maker so I can fill some concrete shulker boxes and put them into-"

"Grian." Joe asked, taking the shulker boxes from Grian. "I'll put these outside Sahara after I bring you to Mumbo's base."

"But I need-" Grian started.

"No." Joe said cutting off the child-like blonde. "I'm taking you to Mumbo, and theres nothing you can do to stop me. Your sick, and you look like your about to fall over and into a coma."

"But-!" Grian started again.

"Grian. Do you want me to get Doc and Impulse to take you there?"

Grian thought over to for a few seconds before shaking his head.

Doc and Impulse would throw him over their shoulders, or tie him down if they had to.

By the time the two arrived at Mumbo's base, Grian was obviously half asleep.

Everything that had been keeping him awake during his job, was the constant moving of doing all of those tasks.

Joe chuckled as Grian closed his eyes for a few seconds before forcing them to open.

Mumbo soon arrived and taking one look at Grian, became concerned.

"What happened?" Mumbo asked. "It looks like Grian is running on basically nothing."

"He most likely is." Joe said. "He was working way too much today. He is sick after all."

Mumbo just hung his head and sighed. This caused Joe's eyebrow to raise.

"Is this a regular occurence?" Joe asked.

Mumbo looked at Grian.

"Unfortunately, Grian's never really known how to limit himself when he needs to. There was a time he got sick because he pulled 3 all nighters in a row, and then he tried to pull another all nighter. I literally had to tape him to his bed for him to fall asleep." Mumbo said. "He was asleep for almost 2 days."

"So if he gets sick again, everyone has permission to tie him up?" Joe asked.

"Yes. No matter if Grian gets mad at you in the moment, just state he'd get worse and can't do anything for longer." Mumbo said, before speaking to Grian. "Gri, come over here."

Joe nodded, and left to spread the word.

Mumbo took Grian to his bedroom to take care of the now very sick blonde. It didn't take long for Grian to fall asleep.

Mumbo laughed as the childish blonde fell deeper into sleep. Grian really needed to get better at taking care of himself.

...

Grian stood awkwardly as Iskall yelled at him.

"For Pete's sake! You were sick! I didn't even like the fact you were going to get some sand! And then you work for about 5 hours, before Joe takes you to Mumbo!?" Iskall yelled at Grian.

No one was even thinking about stopping it. Grian deserved it. He knew he deserved it.

"I'm sorry..." Grian said, looking at the floor.

"Grian! You could of gotten worse! Or what would've happened if you passed out doing something, and got yourself injured!?" Iskall yelled again. "Or what if you died!?"

Grian looked at Iskall for a split second, then back to the ground. A look of terror filled the blonde's eyes, causing Iskall to be suprised.

At that moment, Mumbo decided to intervene.

"Okay, Iskall, I think that's enough. Though Grian does deserve it, that's enough." Mumbo said, getting between the two.

Iskall understood, and Mumbo and Grian left to go to Grian's base, as it was closest.

As they walked to the cliffside to glide to Grian's base, silence surrounded them.

Just before they were about to take off, Mumbo spoke.

"You need to learn to take care of yourself better, Grian. What would you do if Dom got sick, and continued to work? Making himself more sick, and possibly risking getting himself injuried?"

"...I'd force him to lay down and rest..." Grian whispered.

"And if he got injured before you could force him to rest?"

"I feel terrible..." Grian admitted, looking to the ground.

"Its fine. It just causes everyone to worry, because they care for you. I know how you work, but try to cut it back when your sick or even injured. We don't want you to have to get a cast because you originally rolled your ankle again, do we?"

"...No..."