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.•⦁ I fear failure more than death p2 ⦁•.

Alternative title: Fixable
Genre: angst/fluff
Notes: I wanted to make it longer but I was scared I wouldn't finish it then 😅
Request: That_1_InsomnicBish
Ship: none (if you want Xisuma x Grian but I didn't really intend that)
TW: sewerslide, aftermath of sewerslide, blood, hospital
(tell me if I missed any?)

Did y'all think I was dead? Cause so did I ☺️
No but hi again 👋

Writing is hard and motivation is harder omg what??

I haven't been in a hospital since I was born (yes- never ever ever, even after almost breaking my damn ankle)
Bear with me here-

!!!also I genuinely suggest rereading the first part cause there is absolutely NO introduction!!! :P

(I know I always say it but) not proofread 👍
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Xisuma pov

Blood gushed from Grian's cuts, even as I pressed a random washcloth to them. It soaked up the blood greedily, until the thing was red, and I was nauseous. But I couldn't take away my hands. If I did, Grian might die.

Mumbo was crying and Pearl was trying her best to comfort him as she called emergency services, all while trying to keep her own emotions in check.

They would be here soon.
Grian would be fine.
He would be fine.

I repeated it like a mantra in my head, like it could make him okay again, just by thinking it.

I kept pressure on the cuts, but I refused to look at them, only at Grian's face, which was peaceful, even if everything around him was in chaos. He looked tired, and I cursed at myself for not realizing sooner something was wrong.

I didn't get much time to blame myself though, because suddenly paramedics were there, around me, pulling me away from Grian, telling me I did a good job, that I reacted quickly, but I just wanted them to tell me he would be okay.

They didn't.

Everything was a blur as I trailed behind them as they bustled to get him into the ambulance, no tears falling, the shock helping me keep them under control.

I wasn't allowed in the ambulance since I wasn't related by blood. But I told them I was his emergency contact, and I was allowed to get in with them. They didn't have time to question why a college student was his emergency contact.

I didn't keep track of Pearl or Mumbo.

I didn't really care though. All I cared about was Grian, who looked pale and small on the gurney as the paramedics rushed around, trying to save the life left in him, if there was even any. He'd succeeded in snuffing out most of it.

The lights flashed and the siren wailed as the driver sped through red lights and stop signs.

That was allowed, because Grian was dying.

That made it all just that much realer.

Grian was dying.

It sounded unreal.

But still I didn't cry. I had to be strong for Grian. That's what I told myself. And it helped ever the slightest bit. I'd be strong when he couldn't be strong.