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Whumptober Day 10 - blow to the head

Drops of oil splattered to the floor with each labored, heavy step. MePhone's breath was heavy and raspy as he was being led out of the cave. During challenge planning, he had slipped- completely making a fool of himself in front of one of the contestants who had come to ask him something-- completely irrelevant now, and slamming his head into the cold rock floor of the cave. He was currently being led out by said contestant. Through the fog of the pain he was stuck with, he was pretty sure it was Paintbrush. His vision was blurry enough right now due to the damage on his screen face to where he couldn't tell, but he knew it was one of the few that was taller than him, their arm wrapped around him to keep his balance as he was led along.

Gods, it hurt so bad. A pounding feeling in his head along with the uncomfortableness of the oil dripping down his face. He was sure it was staining both the cave floor, and his shirt, which was really annoying. He'd probably have to get that cleaned. It was kind of funny what his brain chose to focus on through his pain. As he was led through the cave, closer to the exit of it, he let out a small, tired chuckle. He could hear whoever it was say something, but he wasn't focused on that. Instead he focused on his shoes. Plain black, but he was sure he was dripping all over those, too.

Wow, he was tired.
“heyyy… wh… where are you taking me ‘nyways…” he muttered out, his brain deciding to grow a bit suspicious of this all as he was led along, his movements slowing a bit. He could hear them speak again, unable to make out most of it other than a mention of TestTube. Why would he need to go see her?
“Wh… why?” He stopped completely, figuring he'd be fine. Everything felt too foggy to deal with this. He… he was just gonna go back and work on his next challenge. Yeah. He weakly shoved away from whoever it was, who let out some confused words he didn't hear either through the fog as he staggered back a bit. Something about him getting himself hurt even more, but… No, that wouldn't happen. He was fine, and despite all the oil he was losing, and getting everywhere, he was still on his two feet.
“I .. I got a challenge… to work on…” he spoke slowly through his heavy, strained breaths. He was still tired, and hurting, but there were more important things to worry about! He didn't get really far though, his arm getting grabbed before he could really turn around to head back to where he was, a frankly pathetic whine leaving him as he felt himself slowly getting pulled the way out of the cave.
“Let go,” he whined out, but didn't struggle. Things were too foggy for this. Maybe he should just go along with it. Whatever. It hurt to really think much beyond simple thoughts right now anyways. But ugh, he hated being dragged along like this. He hated not really understanding what was going on. Where even… Where even were they right now? Ugh.

After a while longer of walking, the scenery changed. The cave opened up to the rest of the island, and he barely registered he was standing on grass now. He blinked heavily a few times as he looked up. He could see the figure of someone else. Someone taller than the person dragging him along right now. Probably MePad, with the slight purple he could make out through the tired blur in his vision.

He couldn't help another whine as he felt himself being passed over to whoever it was. He leaned heavily against them, hearing, but not able to listen to whatever conversation was going on. It sounded so muffled. Come to think of it, he could barely keep his balance anymore. He felt himself swaying a bit, his breathing soon being the only thing he could really hear as it grew heavier.

“‘m… tired…” he muttered out, his eyes fluttering shut. He hated being in a situation like this, and he didn't exactly feel all too safe, but he couldn't help but resign to sleep as he fully fell into whoevers grasp he was in, his systems shutting off for the time being. Surely some rest will be fine.