The Rise Of CuteGuy

Healing

Healing was hard enough, but being stuck in bed the entire time was even worse. Every day felt like a slog through molasses, and I couldn't do anything to distract myself from the constant ache. At least I had the news to keep me company, though even that was getting old. I watched Scar on TV, looking so tired and worn out. Etho suggested I contact him soon, just to let him know I was safe, but my communicator was broken, and I doubted he'd answer a call from Canada anyway.

With a frustrated sigh, I leaned back into the pillows, feeling the weight of boredom pressing down on me. The cabin was eerily quiet today, and I was alone, left to my thoughts and the oppressive stillness. Gods, it was so boring. Just when I thought I might go mad from the monotony, the cabin phone started to ring. The sound was jarring, slicing through the silence. I groaned, forcing myself to get up and slowly made my way over to answer it, every step a reminder of how much I hated being stuck here.

"Hello?" I asked, sounding more tired than I realized. It was the first thing I'd said all day.

"Hey, Etho, um, it's Scar, um..." Geez, he sounded like he'd been crying a lot; his voice was raw.

"This isn't Etho, hottie," I said, clearing my throat to sound more like myself. There was a pause, and I thought he had hung up on me, but then I heard a bunch of things moving on the other side. I had the sense to pull the phone away from my ear just in time.

"CUTIE!?" he shouted loudly.

"Yes... I tried to call you from my com, but... it broke, and somehow I am incredibly hurt. I can't fly. Somehow, I'm stuck in Canada..." I trailed off as I heard him start to cry.

"You are okay..." he mumbled. "You're alive..." He sounded so happy but also on the verge of tears. Then I heard him get up and run with the phone. There was a loud bang.

"MUMBO!" he yelled. In the background, I heard screaming.

"Scar! What's up with you!?" I heard someone yell back. I chuckled into the phone, guessing Scar had shoved it at him because it took a second before I heard Mumbo on the line.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Geez, you guys are loud..." I said, looking around.

"Grian?" Mumbo asked after a minute of quiet.

"Mumbo?" I mimicked him, a bit of amusement creeping into my voice despite everything.

"Wh-... where are you?!" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

"Canada... and somehow hurt badly. I don't know how I got so hurt or ended up in Canada," I replied, my fingers trembling as I fiddled with the phone cable. The reality of my situation hit me again, making my voice waver. "It's been... rough. But I'm not alone. Etho and his friends found me and patched me up as best as they could."

I could tell I was on speaker now, as both Scar and Mumbo listened in. "That could be what Etho was trying to tell me," I heard Scar say, his voice still shaky but filled with relief.

"Yeah, he said I should try contacting you but," I added. "But my communicator broke, and I couldn't reach out."

There was a pause, then Mumbo spoke up. "Thank goodness you're safe, Grian. We've been so worried. Scar's been a wreck."

"Hey!" Scar protested weakly.

"It's true," Mumbo insisted. "He hasn't been himself since we lost contact with you."

"I... I know. I've seen the news, and hottie, I gotta say, you look rough, buddy," I teased, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

There was a brief pause, then Scar chuckled softly. "Yeah, I guess I haven't been taking care of myself. It's just been so hard without knowing where you were."