Lost? [Hermitcraft S7 AU]

IX TIME

[Grian's PoV]

Grian started down the familiar jungle path. He was beathing heavily, running from his zombified neighbor's house. Keeping pace, he would reach the shops in a matter of minutes, thinking about Mumbo as the mid-morning sun rose higher in the sky.

Grian hastily scouted every corner, but still no sign of him or the shop. I hope I didn't miss him somehow, he must've not left. Heart in a rush, he couldn't focus. "Seriously, where could he have gone?"

He then noticed the tall man on the ground nearby. "Mumbo!" he yelled, running over to him. "No, no, no!" Grian put a hand on his limp shoulder, almost near the bandage. "Mumbo?" He asked the silent man, while placing the back of his free hand on his forehead. The hermit's skin felt hot and looked desaturated.

"Oh, god." Grian muttered. "I'm glad I found you at the right time." Could've been better though. He thought.

The shorter boy sat with him for a few seconds before Mumbo's hand twiched. Shortly after, he moved his hand to his head, rubbing his eyes. He groaned trying to move, but couldn't.

"Oh my god, you're alive." Grian said slowly.

"Grian?" He replied in a raspy voice, still laying on his side. "Are-"

Grian shushed him. "Yeah, it's me. Don't talk" he said, "you look very bad." He promptly reached for the box and tore off a peice of the metallic fruit. "I got an apple. A couple bites should cure you." Grian hands him the first peice.

"Wait," Mumbo cleared his throat, barely being able to talk. "I couldn't buy it,"

"What? Oh, the potion. I thought you packed the diamonds?" Grian went back to his bag and rummaged around in it. "No, not here, uhm," Diamonds shouldn't be hard to loose. Right? He looked back at his friend, holding up the bag. "Point to where you put them."

Mumbo shook his head. "No?" Grian questioned."Well, IOU's it is then." He hurriedly took out a small notebook and a pen. 'IOU 1 DIAMOND -G' "That should be fine."

Grian jumped up and over to the shelves. He took out three cloudy-grey bottles and put the slip in its place.

He handed the taller man one of the bottles. "Can you," Mumbo coughed several times, "help me sit up, please,"

"Oh, sure thing." The blonde boy said. He moved his arms around his friend, readjusting him. Mumbo had his hands lightly around his stomach, leaning against a wall. "Here." Giving Mumbo the apple, Grian sighed of relief and shortly after, continuted to talk. He sat in front of Mumbo on the floor. "I'm really sorry about all this." He paused comfortably between sentences. "I tried to be funny but it did go too far," Laughing it off as if this wasn't bad. Grian looked at his friend's face. "And then you were roped into this and I almost killed you and-" He was feeling waves crash down on him out of nowhere.

Grian felt guilty. He caused all of this. He hated watching Mumbo feel pain. He imagined what it was like for poor Scar, too. "I'm so sorry, again." He said finally.

Mumbo shook his head. His face looked tired but concerned for him. They sat in the shop quietly. All they had to do was wait until the apple and the hurt juice worked into his system.

[Mumbo's PoV]

All mumbo could do was shake his head again. He clutched his stomach harder, feeling a sudden urge of pain from the bitter potion. Sweat streamed down his pale face.

His mind was racing. He wanted to tell Grian so badly that its okay. Things happen. He thought. For now, everythings going to be okay. His strained eyes fluttered closed, head feeling numb. He couldnt feel anything, but he could hear Grian's pleading voice as he fell asleep, both not knowing what will happen.

Slowly, everything tuned out of his head until all he could feel was his body, swirling like a paper boat in a giant whirlpool, as he fell asleep.

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