Hunter, Juggernaut, Assassin, Warrior (DNF)

Breathing Again

It was the gentle throbbing in his chest that force his eyes to flutter open. At first, he was blinded by the warm white light entering into the room from the grand windows. When his eyes adjusted, he was in a room he did not remember. It was clean, very clean. It smelled like fresh pine and herbs, and it was warm. Not hot or cold, but warm. 

George tried to move his arms but they were so sore and weak. The pain from his chest didn't help his movement either. He swung his head to the side and saw a bed-side table. It held a vase of blue flowers, his goggles, several pieces of paper, water and some bottles of herbs and strange colored liquids. 

He took a deep breath. His chest felt tight. At least he knew he was waking up alive this time, and not in the In-Between. George looked to the other side, several rows of beds were next to him. Oh. He was in the sick-house. A few dozen nameless faces were laid in the beds next to him.

Gathering all the strength he could, George sat up. Bandages covered his entire chest and torso. They were clean and still white, meaning they were either fresh or his bleeding had stopped a long time ago. The potion Technoblade gave him wasn't strong enough to completely fix him, but it gave him enough strength to finish the battle. 

He reached up and padded his neck and head. There was a patch on his neck from Ember's claws and a wrap around his head. He must've knocked his head around when he was thrown. Despite what happened, he felt just fine.

Carefully, he swung his legs over the bed and stood up on his own two feet. There was a set of fresh clothes at the foot of his bed. He took that and covered his injured body with it. Instinctly, George placed a shakey had over his cross bolt wound and stumbled to the nightstand.

He didn't even notice who thirsty he was. He chugged the water within the second and set the glass down. He fiddled with his goggles. A small smile tugged on his mew. He was glad he got to see Sam again, he knew very well he wouldn't see his best friend for decades now, but he was content with that. George finally came to terms.

"Goegre?!" The familiar voice of Sapnap filled the air was surprising joy.

George cringed at the very botched attempt at his name. He placed his goggles back in the table and slowly turned around. Sapnap had his black hair pulled back into a high ponytail and a scruff hugged his chin. Since when did Sapnao have a scruff? He was even dressed in a black noble suit that fell to his shins, it was accented with orange trim and detail. In Sapnap's hands were fresh flowers.

"Sapnap." George smiled warmly.

"I gotta admit, we were getting kind of scared you wouldn't wake up." Sapnap chuckled nervously, placing the flowers on the table next to the old ones.

"Really? How long was I out?"

"A week." He shrugged.

"I- what? A week?"

"You took a serious hit man, you literally died for like, five minutes." He explained, fiddling his thumbs awkwardly. "Clay beat himself up pretty hard, he didn't leave your side for three days, even slept on the floor incase you woke up." He murmured.

"Clay?" Warmth hugged his cheeks upon hearing the actions of the prince. "Where is he?"

"Making preparations for the Renewing Bonds ceremony and his coronation. He waited as long as he could because he wanted you there but time still moved on."

"Oh..."

"But you're awake now! Are you okay enough to walk? Everyone would love to see you."

George looked down at his chest. He wasnt bleeding, just sore and aching slightly. He looked back up and smiled brightly. "Yeah, I can walk."