.-.-.-Blood and Petals-.-.-.

Visiting Xisuma

Been a while... Sorry for that... My mental health has been shit and I needed a break from things. Also my account would not let me on-

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Third Person---

Grian sat on the floor of his bathroom, broken communicator in hand. He was no longer coughing or crying at least, but he didn't know what to do. His only source of communication was shattered into pieces.

He stood up, careful of the blood and flower petals that littered the floor. He would have to go to Xisuma...would he be mad...? Was the main thought in his head. He shook it off and walked to his sink. He needed to clean up first.

He finished cleaning up and started getting ready to leave. He knew he didn't have to worry about the sickness spreading, he knew what he had and he knew that he couldn't spread.

He walked to his front door and opened it.

...Roses.

He remembered the rose that he had coughed up and started to tear up. He shook it off and picked up the roses. They had no note which led him to wonder who they were from. He quickly put them in a vase inside before heading to Xisuma's place.

---time skip to Xisuma's house---

He stood in front of the door hesitate to knock. What if he's mad? What if he'll hate me for it?? What if- no. He isn't S@m.. He took a deep breath a knocked on the door.

In under a minute there was an answer, a tall man in armor that seemed to be themed like an axolotl.

"Hello? Oh Grian, how can I help you?" He asked.

Grian just showed him that shattered communicator and braced himself for yelling or hits.

Xisuma just pick up that shattered pieces and inspected his hand.

Grian looked at him confused, why wasn't he yelling? Isn't he mad..?

Xisuma seemed to notice his confusion and said, "I'm making sure you aren't hurt from the glass or anything."

"..you aren't mad..?"

Xisuma froze and looked up him. "Why would I be mad? You matter more than a communicator."

Grian decided to stay quiet after that. Xisuma had walked away a few minutes ago to get a new communicator for him.

Grian sat on the floor, he hadn't coughed up anything in a while, and he really hoped Xisuma hurried up so he didn't accidentally get blood or flowers anywhere.

Xisuma returned after a bit  with a new communicator that he handed to Grian. Grian thanked him a quickly left.

Grian rushed home and closed the door. Carefully set the communicator down on a nearby crafting table before breaking into a coughing fit.

He knew he would die from this and he didn't want to but he couldn't stop it. Scar didn't love him..and that was okay..

After cleaning up any blood or petals that he coughed up, he looks at his communicator. He noticed that it had been synced up to his old one so all his messages where there.

He saw one from Mumbo asking him if he wanted hang out with him and scar from yesterday.

He decided to pretend he didn't see it and laid on his bed. He wanted to hang out with them but it was a day late and they probably were mad he didn't respond..plus he was sick and dying so hanging out with someone might not be the best idea.

Grian sighed and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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Yet again I'm so sorry for how late this is but I really hope this is an okay chapter. I kinda rushed this but I tried to check for mistakes.

Hope you enjoyed!!

-lunexislost