Hermitcraft Nonsense

Tree of Life Pt. 2

This isn't technically in chronological order but  it sort of works like it. I would probably write one part in between these first two if I were writing this as a full fanfic but oh well.

Here's some more sick Grian and people panicking lol

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Grian's breathing was raspy and broken. He had fallen into unconsciousness a while back, and his symptoms had only been getting worse. The hermits that we're trying to help him were split into two teams- the ones at the top of the base trying to fix Grian's tree, and the ones beside his bed in the main floor trying to keep him alive.

The newest hermit seemed to have been trying to use regeneration and healing potions on his tree to heal it, but they had no effect. Now those potions were being splashed periodically on Grian by Mumbo, Doc, Cub, False and Stress, trying ANYTHING to get the strawberry blond to at least lower his temperature. The ice queen of the server had placed ice blocks around the bed, False had tried giving him a golden carrot and DocM ran and got a spare golden apple from his base, but nothing was working.

In the aviary, Xisuma was tapping away furiously, trying to get the tree to heal using his Admin controls. Iskall had been pouring a couple of potions around the roots of the tree and JoeHills had tried repairing the tree with blocks, but because most of the trees weren't actually vanilla the oak blocks did nothing but slide down the tree when placed next to it. X had even spawned in a command block that Tango was using to try and try different commands to heal the tree that way. The situation was dire and the hermits were starting to panic.

It was a silent, tense atmosphere in Grian's base.

"Why isn't this WORKING?!" False growled when the effects of the golden apple wore off without seeming to have any effect on the sick strawberry blonde.

"Probably because his tree is so sick, it's trying to keep itself alive by not regening Grian," Cub responded seriously as he watched a potion brew before grabbing the flask and dousing Grian with the pink liquid.

"Grian's going to be so mad that his clothes are ruined when he wakes up. That's his favorite sweater," Stress sighed. She hadn't had much to do with Grian, but for the fact that he ALWAYS wore the oversized red sweater with the rolled up sleeves it was obvious he liked it.

"He'll thank us when he's not dead," Doc said simply.

"At least he smells fruity in the meantime..." Mumbo murmured. His wide eyes hadn't left the body of his best friend since Grian had crash landed above. He had been by his side ever since.

Normally someone might have snickered at the random remark, but the situation was too dire to even consider humor.

"Anything?"

"Nope."

"Try now."

"It's not working, X!"

Tango and Xisuma had been going through that sequence for nearly ten minutes now. Using the power of command blocks and server management, they had tried healing the tree, healing Grian, even completely replacing the tree, but the group had horrifically watched the tree deteriorate back to how it was before their eyes.

"How did this even happen?" Joe wondered with a stressed frown. While the pacifist normally would be concerned with his server mate's antics that would give him a heart attack (Grian was a key member of a full-on WAR,) seeing him so far out of it and not healing would make anyone worried. Joe wished that his poetry might help, but even he knew that words couldn't heal a physical body.