Hermitcraft oneshots

.•⦁ The rift 3 ⦁•.

Alternative title: Teen Grian (more trauma)
Genre: normal? Angst?
Notes:nope
Request: @DsmpGrianMikeAFan
Ship: none (intended, idk)
TW: Sam, swearing, knife, injuries, identity crisis, trauma?
(tell me if I missed any?)

Hate on Google translate if translations are incorrect :|

Eyyyy— it's fine I disappeared righttttt???
Yeaahhhhhhh ,:)
Sorry I did disappear tho :,)
Luv you guyssssss

Probs gonna be a few mistakes 🤷
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Someone new came through.

And he definitely wasn't their Grian.

This person had a dirty clothes. A blue jumper, black overalls, and dual colored headphones. He had dirty blond hair, and wings. But the thing that set him apart from many normal people, was the blood that covered him.

The teenager was covered in scratches and wounds. Some deep, some shallow. Some fresh, some old. Some still bleeding, some just scars at this point.

He collapsed on the floor covering himself the best he could with his mangled and broken wings. There, he passed out.

When he awoke, he wasn't on the floor anymore. He was in a comfortable bed, in a white room. His scrapes and scratches bandaged up, some already turning red.

His beat up headphones lay next to him on the bed. He grabbed them and clutched them to his chest.

There was one window, but it looked thick, and was probably locked. There was no way to escape.

Was he back in the hospital? It smelled like the hospital, and looked like one. Had he almost died once again? Had Sam brought him to the hospital to make sure his favorite little toy didn't die?

The teenager's breathing became faster. He couldn't breathe anymore. He choked as he tried to get air into his lungs, but it just wouldn't come. He gripped the headphones to himself tighter. Nothing would help as he spiraled into panic, panicking between not breathing and the fact that he was back in a hospital.

The door banged open.

A very worried man ran in, immediately trying to touch him. He flinched away from him, fumbling for the blade he had in his pocket. With a trembling hand, he lifted it in front of himself, nicking himself by accident in the process. The other hand still clutched the pair of headphones.

The guy lifted his hands in submission, and backed up.

The teenager got a closer look at him and saw he didn't look like a doctor, or even a nurse. He just had a casual blue sweater and jeans on.

He lowered the blade, if only a bit. He wasn't a doctor... right?

He was saying something now, but the boy on the bed didn't listen to him, because another person stumbled into the room.

This man had a lab coat, black hair  and a pencil behind his ear. Now, this guy, was probably a doctor. The knife snapped back up, only now it was aimed at the lab coat guy.

He too put his hands up in submission when he saw the blade pointed at him. Out of the corner of his eye, the first man moved toward him.