Bee Boi and Me | Dream Smp

One Life Left

It felt like waking up after a nice, long nap. The sound of someone humming tickled my ears as I drifted back into consciousness. I almost didn't want to open my eyes—everything was so comfortable. However, when I finally did, it took me a minute to realize where I was. I was laying on a cot against the wall of a medium-sized room, and warm sunlight was streaming through the window onto my face.

My body was tucked neatly under a woolen blanket. I pulled one arm out and touched it to my head, where a damp rag was situated across my forehead. The humming contiuned. I craned my head off the pillow to glance around the room. I could see a snowy tundra outside the window.

Snowy tundra?

I blinked quickly and continued. Then, my eyes fell onto the winged man.

"Phil?!" I yelled out in shock. I quickly popped into an upright position. A flash of dizziness hit me like a gust of wind and the rag dropped from my head into my lap. Philza jumped in place, startled by me, and nearly dropped the glass bottle in his hands. He turned around and a sigh of relief left his lips.

"Holy fuck," he breathed, "you scared the shit out me. That's good news that you're awake now, though. Are you hungry? Does anything hurt?" He set the bottle down next to the brewing stand and walked towards me. It finally clicked in my head and I rememebr everything.

"Woah, woah. Slow down," I said while starting to panic, "why the hell am I here, huh? I can't be here. Oh my god, they're actually going to kill me. You and Techno—you fucking idiots! Why in the world would you take me back to your fucking house?" I started to wiggle out from under the blanket but Phil grabbed my shoulders and held me in place.

"(Y/n)! Stop!" He pleaded, "calm down, you're going to hurt yourself!"

"Let—go! I need to go back! I can't be here!" I struggled against him, but the winged man's grip held firm. Normally, I might have been able to break free, but I currently was in no state to fight back. Phil knew this, and I was starting to realize. He could see the scowl set on my face as I relaxed and let him lower me back into the bed.

"Look, I'm sorry. It was my idea. Techno and I saw you fall, and we were too far away to try to save you. I went to pick you up from the nearest spawn point, since your bed was definitly destroyed from the explosions. We were just afraid to leave you on your own after what happened with the others."

"How did you know?"

"Ranboo."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"He lives here now, you know. Built a house for himself a couple feet away from ours." For some reason, I didn't feel that surprised. I wondered what the others thought about it. Well, that was besides the point right now.

I asked, "and does anyone else know I'm here?"

Phil glanced away. "There's not an infinite amount of places you could be, if not at spawn."

"I should've placed a fucking bed with the rest of my shit."

"(Y/n), come on, it's for the best," Phil explained, "you might have been in a worse state if you were alone. It's been almost a whole day since you died. You should know that most poeple aren't out for that long after a death."

"A whole day?" I muttered in shock.

He nodded. "You developed a bad fever and your arrow wound was a bit infected. To be honest, Techno and I were scared for a bit that it would get worse and we'd lose you again. It's much better now, obviously, since you're awake. Speaking of, I was almost done with making your health potion." Phil stood up from the bedside and walked to the other side of the room.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had just lost my second life and had come inches from losing my third. Of course, everybody needed recovery time after a death, and the amount of time was dependent on the manner of dying. Getting shot and falling to your death was pretty brutal. Wounds like that don't heal easily—only just enough to bring you back to life.

My hand wandered under my shirt to feel the rough surface of the bandage that wrapped around my chest. Suddenly, a thought occured to me. "Hold up. Who the fuck got this bandage on me?"

Phil didn't hesitate to respond. "Oh, calm down, would you rather me leave it as it was?"

I groaned and laid my arm across my face while closing my eyes. Since I was already here, I might as well just reisgn myse to it. Phil and I dropped into silence for a couple minutes, and I began to doze off. The events from the day of my death played like a movie in my head. I began to wonder what it had been like for Tubbo and Tommy to see it happen. What thoughts crossed their minds? Did they think I deserved it, or were they sad?

And Dream. Fuck, I wanted to beat him to a pulp. I hoped he would feel some regret after all the time I spent sparring with him and putting up with his bullshit for the sake fo L'Manburg. Chances were slim, though. I doubted it.

I was shaken awake by the winged man when he was done brewing. He handed the pink-colored potion to me which I drank eagerly. It takes a couple doses of health potions to fully heal anything, and that was my last one. Minutes later, I was feeling perfectly back to normal. I pulled myself into a seated position and hung my legs over the side of the bed while Phil went to grab food. When he returned, he brought someone else with him.

"Good morning, princess. It's late afternoon," a familiar voice grunted in amusement.

"Hello, Techno."

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A/n - HI SORRY ABOUT THE MONTH LONG WAIT! I'm in the middle of working on a research essay for my English class and it's been consuming all my time 😭 It's 8 pages and almost done! I hope you all are doing well.
Have you guys heard CMWYL by Lovejoy?? It's legit my new favorite song, it's super awesome :))
Love y'all <3
~Echo