Timeline (MCYT AU)

<Recovery>

(so I realized I accidentally yeeted Tapl from existence accidentally replacing him with Puffy, so uh.. whoops)

Skeppy's third person P.O.V:

Skeppy opened his eyes slowly. He was lying down on a bed.
Where am I? How did I get here?
Skeppy tried his best to remember what had happened, then it hit him.
He passed out. He sits up, immediately feeling a pain in his back. "Oh yeah. That British one." Skeppy said to himself. The wound had been stitched shut, along with the back of the shirt he had been wearing.
"Oh! Your awake!" Skeppy turned his head, seeing it was Bad.

"Bad?"
Bad nods, breathing a sigh of relief.
"I was worried that I hadn't stitched up your would properly and you died of blood loss."
Skeppy blinked a few times. "Why were you worried?"
Bad tilts his head. "You've been the person I've enjoyed being around the most ever since we were trapped here you dunderhead, I would have been sad if the only person who I truly had got along with well died.

Skeppy's cheeks flushed and he smiled. "You care about mee?" Skeppy said like a child, getting up and hugging the taller.
A bit of heat rose to Bad's cheeks as well.
"Of course you muffin."
The two hugged eachother, happy to be in each other's company.
"The person you enjoyed being around the most huh?"
Skeppy looked past bad where A6D, with his chest bandaged, crossed his arms in fake offense.

"It's okay A6D, I could be the one to hug you If you want~!" Finn said jokingly from behind him.
A6D sighed and gave him a smile. "Fuck off." A6D said, putting a hand on his face.
Bad turns to him.
"Language!"
Finn laughs, wrapping his arms around A6D's waist, hugging him.

Skeppy smiles as well, watching his new friends bicker.
"I could get used to this I think.

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Ranboo's third person P.O.V:

Ranboo's head had been pounding for the last 10 minutes. He had been able to ignore it... For 3 minutes..
He sits up, rubbing his head, looking over to the side. Tubbo was lying on the ground, sleeping.
Ranboo gets up out of bed and examines him, checking for injuries. Tubbo seemed pretty much fine, which was a relief. He picked him up and placed him on his bed.
Ranboo smiled as the uncomfortable frown on Tubbo's face was replaced with one of comfort.

Ranboo turned away, to where Tommy was lying down on a different bed across the room, he seemed to be just fine as well in physical means, but he was breathing shallowly.
Was he shot?
Ranboo looked around for something, and he laid his eyes on a first aid kit.
He opened it, finding a medicine and a syringe.
"So I really have to?" Ranboo said to himself.
He looked at Tommy and sighed, walking over to him. He sat down beside him and read the medicine.
"1. Insert medicine into syringe."

Ranboo opened the medicine, it smelled good, and familiar..
He sucked up the medicine into the syringe until it was full.
"2. Clean area of skin with wipe to reduce pain."
Ranboo didn't see any wipes so Tommy would have to endure the pain. Ranboo grimaced at that.
"3. Inject medicine into patient. Applying force can improve the patients heath."

Ranboo took a deep breath. He positioned Tommy so he was now lying on his back.
"I am sorry." Ranboo stabbed Tommy in the arm with the syringe, almost full force, and Tommy shot awake and screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Tommy was scooting away from Ranboo, the syringe still in his arm. Ranboo watched as the last of the medicine went into his arm.
"Sorry, it was medicine and it said I had to do that."

Tommy narrowed his eyes at Ranboo, pulling the syringe out his arm, wincing. He threw it to the side. "Thanks, but next time, wake me up." Tommy flopped back onto the bed, and fell asleep again. Ranboo listened to his breathing, satisfied when he heard it at it's normal pace.