Under the Effect

Under the Effect Part 7

Author's Note: Woo! Another part.

 Cleo:

 Grian's bed was overturned, and the crying got louder the closer I got to it.

 I let out shaky sigh as I tiptoed towards the bed. The room was dark except for a small light that came from a redstone lamps that lined the wall. I scanned the bed. 

 The blankets were off the bed in a manner that would suggest that Grian fell out of the bed; however, that wouldn't explain why Grian's pants was left on the bed.

 I took out a torch and turned it on. The room gained some more brightness but not enough to disturb the others.

 The crying continued as the blankets were pulled at. I walked to the other side of the bed and stopped.

 A baby? No, the little Grian had hair.

 A toddler perhaps? It didn't matter. The potion made Grian able to use his arms, but he was now a crying child wearing a shirt that no longer fit him. 

 Grian noticed my staring and that just scared him more. His lip quivered as tears fell from his already red eyes.

 I kneeled down near the scared child. I took notice that in front of him was a shattered bottle. The glass shards were on the ground, and some of the shards were cutting into Grian's little arms.

  " Wh..." my eyes widened as the little guy started to speak, " Where skill n' mumo? " he whispered as he hid his arms from me.

 I thought for a moment. Skill and Mumo? Was he talking about Iskall and Mumbo? I looked towards the sleeping forms of the two men in question. I straightened myself up. Iskall was still in pain, and Mumbo was now a liar. I honestly don't think that little Grian would take a hateful lie from Mumbo very well no matter how much Mumbo would apologize after.

 I turned to Grian, " They're sleeping right now..." I told him causing Grian to look down, " I'm their friend though. I know how to fix up your arm and make you feel better." I reasoned with him as he looked at me with sad eyes.

 Grian thought for a moment. His eyes still wet and red from the tears as he looked at me again. He sat still and raised his arms to me. I took the silent invitation as I picked Grian up while being careful of the cuts in Grian's arms. I carried him off to the bathroom

 It took about an hour of working on Grian, but I eventually got Grian's arms wrapped up in gauze and bandages. He sadly looked at his arms, " I can't 'member what cause dis..." he pouted as I moved my hand through his hair to clear his fringe out of the way. 

 " You drank a potion that was suppose to help you, but a mean man decided to play a bad trick on you." I told him as Grian looked down.

 " 'm sorry." he apologized as his voice went to being barely above a whisper. I picked him up off the bathroom counter. Grian put his head into the croon of my neck. His entire small frame was shaking as I carried him back into the main room.

 The lights were now on. 

 Zedaph and Stress were 'talking' to each other about what to do next.

 Mumbo was changing Iskall's bandages as Iskall growled and swatted at him each time the tender spot was touched.

 Ren was playing was Impulse, who was riding around on Ren's back with a triumphant look on his little face.

Doc was sitting in front of Joe's cell. The two were locked in a staring contest that seemed to be going nowhere. How much of Doc was still left? I let out a sigh and walked towards Mumbo and Iskall. 

 I let out a cough just as Mumbo finished changing the bandages.

 " Mumbo?" I sighed as Mumbo perked up, " Yeah Cleo? What is- Oh. Oh dear... " he stumbled over his words as he looked at the young Grian in my arms. 

 Iskall let out a cough, " Mumbo, let me see." he huffed as Mumbo looked back at him.

" I... I do think you want to see this." Mumbo was freaked out as he continued to block Iskall from me and Grian, who hadn't said a word yet.

" Mumbo, what's wrong?" Iskall pushed as Mumbo looked at me, " Let Iskall see. He's going to have to look eventually." I sighed as Mumbo gave a sad smile, shook his head, and stepped to the side.

 Iskall's eye widened as he looked at me and Grian. He blinked. 

" How? wha- ? When?" he kept asking absent questions as he stared blankly at Grian. Grian turned from Mumbo and tiredly held his arms up to Mumbo, " Mumo..." he let out a tired noise as Mumbo took the offer. 

 Mumbo held the little Grian in his arms, " Hi..." he whispered as Grian nuzzled his head against Mumbo's chin. Iskall sat up more, " Hey Stress and Zedaph. We need you to come 'ere and see this!" he called out as he laid back down on the bed.

 Stress and Zedaph snapped out of their conversation, and they both walked over to us. 

 Stress let out a gasp, " What happened to Grian?" she quickly asked as she stopped dead in her tracks.

 " The evil side to Joe did this. Joe tried to make a potion to fix the poison that Evil Joe used to poison Grian. " I explained as I walked to the other side of Grian's bed and picked up the huge part of the broken bottle.

 " The potion did work mind you, but Evil Joe slipped in some other things and this happened." I continued as Mumbo rubbed his hand through Grian's hair. Grian let out a tired sigh as he furthered his head into the croon of Mumbo's neck.

 Everyone let out a sigh, " So, he wasn't cursed?" Iskall questioned as I nodded, " Seems so, but Joe, Mumbo, Zedaph, and Impulse still are." Stress pointed out as she looked back as Impulse. He was now tucked up underneath Ren's arm. The both of them sleeping soundly.

 Stress looked back towards little Grian, " I'm going to go have a little talk with Joseph Hills." she spat with venom in her tone as she walked down to the obsidian cage with a worried Zedaph following her.

 Mumbo opened up an inventory, and it was surprisingly Grian's own inventory. He quietly pulled out a white shulker box. 

 Mumbo put the box down and pulled out a small  chicken onesie, " How did you have access to Grian's inventory?" I questioned, " Grian gave him and me permission. He created a device that lets us into his inventory in case something bad were to happen to him." Iskall explained for Mumbo.

 " The same thing can be applied to us. If Mumbo and I were unconscious or like that Grian would be able to access our inventory as well." Iskall continued as he looked up at the shaking Grian. 

 Mumbo looked at the two of us, " I'll not be back in a bit." he simply said as he carried Grian and the onesie into the bathroom. I looked at Iskall, " Are you doing okay?" I asked him as he nodded, " My side still aches, but I'll live." he shrugged as he laid back down. 

 Iskall looked at the ceiling; his eye slowly regaining its light blue coloring, " I can't sit up for long. I'll just end up straining myself." he sighed as I nodded and patted his shoulder, " Just rest Iskall. Don't hurt yourself anymore than you already are." I told him as he nodded, " Will do captain Cleo." he smirked as I rolled my eyes at him and joined Stress and Zedaph as they began their interrogation of Joe.