Tw for hospitals, confusion, delusions, descriptive pain, Next: Not out yet! Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1216385402/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1133200676 Mumbo awoke to a slow, consistent beeping noise. It bothered him, so he reached out to stop whatever annoying alarm clock was beside him, his eyes still firmly closed, refusing to get up. When his hand couldn't find an alarm clock, he finally; although, reluctantly, opened his eyes. The light was blinding. Light almost everywhere. Mumbo realized he had a searing headache, and quickly squeezed his eyes shut again. He could hear familiar voices around him, but they were all muffled, and he could barely make out any words other than his own name, and words like 'syncope', 'Cleo', and a few other medical terms he couldn't quite understand. The shock had hit him quite quickly, as Mumbo realized he was in the hospital. Slowly, it came back to him. The cafe, and talking with Cleo about high school. The cafe door opening. Seeing /him/. Mumbo risked opening his eyes once more; although, he knew it would make his headache worse. Mumbo saw a flash of bright orange hair, red fabric. But there was So. Much. Light. It felt like it was crawling into his brain, eating away at his ability to think at all. He was aware that he made a VERY manly sound (a whimper), and turned to cover his face. Whoever was present had now realized Mumbo was awake. "Mumbo!" He heard one of them call, clearly concerned, but very happy he was awake. He groaned in response, though it was rude, and buried his face deeper into his hands. The pain was so unbearable. He felt the light fade away slowly after a few moments. Slowly and carefully, Mumbo let his hands fall. There was almost no light in the room, except for the light filtering in from the window. A chubby redhead in a navy shirt sat in front of him, smiling. Mumbo smiled back weakly. "Hello, Cleo." Turning his gaze, he found another person, with oak brown hair and a red pullover sweater. He felt a spark of recognition pass between him and the boy. "Hello..." Mumbo froze as the kid tugged on his floofy hair. That was something... Mr. Moon did... though this person was much smaller than Mr. Moon, they looked identical except for age. The kid was maybe 10 to 13 years old. "Mr. Moon?" The boy looked up. "Sorry?" He looked confused. Mumbo blushed from embarrassment. 'Mr. Moon is gone, Mumbo.' He reminded himself. "Nevermind, you just reminded me of someone I once knew." He mumbled weakly, still feeling his headache quite strongly. "No, no, my last name /is/ Moon, I just don't know how you knew that." The kid wondered aloud tugging on his floof. Mumbo looked strangely. "Waitwaitwaitwait- Is your first name Grian?" The boy's jaw dropped. "How does he-“ He turned to Cleo, clearly flabbergasted. She laughed heartily. Her thick British accent even shone in her giggle. "Well, the delusioned over there thinks that you were his high school teacher for English." Mumbo flushed. "Though I could've sworn I worked with a Moon once..." It was Mumbo's turn to be flabbergasted. "Mr. Moon-" "Call me Grian, for void's sake!" Grian interrupted, looking a little pale. Mumbo noted the use of 'void'. Weird. "Grian was at least thirty years old, and you're only 17! You've never worked as a teacher, so how could you have ever worked with him?" He finished, baffled. Cleo flushed with Grian. "What- what is it that I don't know?!" He exclaimed, sitting straight up, any medical conditions forgotten. Cleo opened her mouth to answer him, but a doctor walked in, holding a clipboard. "Mumbo Brotherhood Jumbo, am I correct?" When Mumbo nodded, he smiled with a friendly air. "Cleo tells me you fainted at Stress's Tea and Rolls five hours ago. She did her best to answer my questions." He cleared his throat. "FIVE HOURS?" Mumbo exclaimed, staring at Cleo. "How did I manage to be knocked out for so long?" He wondered aloud. Cleo shrugged. "According to the paramedic, you hit your head very hard on a table." The doctor informed him. Mumbo shook his head in disbelief. "Wait- Why did I even faint?" The doctor flipped through his notes. "Your blood pressure dropped quickly, which caused you to syncope." Cleo made a noise of surprise. Mumbo and the doctor looked over very quickly. The redhead was pale, staring at the place where Grian had sat just minutes ago. Words: 740 :0 (I was aiming for 1,000, but honestly I will take 700 :3) Chapter Notes (and trivia of the chapter!) + ToTC: I just learned the word 'syncope' the day I wrote this, because research is important, kids! + There's so much confusion here <3 It's only going to get worse, don't worry <3
Ahhhhh tearing up!! I lost the previous chapter to the ybthegreat incident, but this ended up working okay without the previous chapter. this chapter is lowkey so good bro what :DD