Angus awoke in an incredibly large amount of agony in his fingers and toes... And he had no clue why yet. Ah, you know that smell of alcohol and cleanness at a hospital? Well, that's exactly what Angus was about to be hit with.
"Ew, what the fuck?" Angus asked himself, his nose sniffing quickly. "And- OW! MY HANDS AND FEET!" Angus screeched, jerking up. That's when he noticed where he was. 'A hospital bed?' He wondered. He started to think aloud again. "Alcohol smell? Medicine? N-needles?!" Angus whispered. "WHY AM I IN A MOTHER FUCKING HOSPITAL?!" Angus screamed like his head was being detached from his neck.
"Ah, I see we've got a feisty one today." A rat doctor mumbled to the nurse. The nurse nodded in return.
"Yeah, he's been screaming and using profanity for a few hours." The mouse nurse agreed. Angus's face retracted, and he furrowed his eyebrows.
"Who are you callin' "feisty", lady?" Angus roughly spoke, cringing at the pain he was having. The doctor went next to Angus's side.
"My name isn't "lady", it's "Dr. Black". Now, relax, Sir, you have frostbite on your fingers and toes. It's stage three, you better listen." Dr. Black explained, slapping some gloves on, and reaching for Angus's hands.
"OW! Bitch... GET THE- OW! GET THE FUCK OFF-"
"Sh, Sir please don't use such loud profanity. There's kids in this hospital." Dr. Black pleaded kindly, furrowing her dainty eyebrows. She held his fingers, rotating his hands from side to side.
"FUCK!" Angus screamed.
That's what you get for laying outside on a bench in below freezing weather, Angus.
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Are You Real? (NITW Gregg X Angus)
FanfictionAfter the whole shenanigans with Mae, Angus has been acting really strange. As the days go by, Gregg realized that he's getting worse and worse. Will Gregg save Angus's happiness and sanity, or will Angus go downhill - fast?
