It's painful as hell when SMG3 regains consciousness.
There's pain blooming everywhere in his body, even in areas he didn't know existed.
He groans as he musters the strength to open his eyes, immediately regretting it as the bright light nearly blinds him.
As his eyes slowly adjust to the brightness, he takes in his surroundings.
By the looks of it, he's in a stark white hospital room, the scent of antiseptic strong and sharp in the air. At least it's decorated with a crap ton of flowers. His eyebrows widen slightly as he notices a bouquet or two from Belle and the rest of the Anti-Cast.
Huh.
He finishes scanning the room, and honestly, if the fact that SMG4's friends-
No.
His friends.
Yeah. That sounds right.
-If the fact that his friends were there nearly sleeping on top of each other doesn't shock him, what surprises him the most is the sight right in front of him.
Holding his ungloved(and bandaged) hand and looking like a bent shrimp(hah!), SMG4 sleeps, light snores escaping him. He looks unkempt and worse for wear, but he's alive.
'He's alive.' Three thinks, squeezing Four's hand as gently as possible. He never thought he would be so happy to think that.
God, he's so whipped for him.
At that moment, a slight shock of pain travels up Three's arm, making him flinch and draw back his arm, immediately regretting it as SMG4's brows furrow before slowly waking up, locking eyes with Three.
"SMG3?" Four asks disbelievingly.
Three smiles.
"Hey, Scrub."
It comes out hoarse and raspy, but it's enough to make those baby blues glisten with unshed tears as Four smiles.
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SMG34 Drabbles and Snippets
FanfictionLiterally what the title says. Contains canon-typical violence, uh TV Adware is in this being a butt, the gays are fighting, uh tentacle(not kinky though). I may not update this as much, but we shall see...
