Quick thing here, in this AU, Scar isn't in a wheelchair. He actually is pretty healthy in this one.
Grian POV
I woke up slowly. I was at home, in my bed. The fact I would never walk again hit me like a truck. Why couldn't the crash have killed me? This is so much worse!
I honestly would have preferred death. Not being able to walk around, not being able to play normally was the worst thing I could imagine. Not that I would be able to do anything now. I thought bitterly. Someone is with me every hour of the day. I can't die even if I tried.
Maybe that would be a good thing for the future me. I would look back on this day and be glad I lived. But not now. Now, I have to deal with this. Now I have to cope with this.
I closed my eyes again. Maybe if I sleep more, I'll feel better. That's what I told myself three days ago. The three days I slept through completely. My stomach hurt from hunger, and my throat was dry and sore, but I can't stomach anything. I just can't.
Mumbo came here and begged me to eat. I tried. Four seconds later, I vomited all over my bed. I didn't try again. No matter how many times he tried to force something down my throat, I spit it back out. I didn't want to eat.
All of this because I couldn't be bothered to check my elytra.
Maybe I deserve it.
Up to you now. I can't actually decide, so you choose!
Option A.
Option B.
I don't really care which one you pick.
YOU ARE READING
Griangst One-Shots
FanfictionSad Bread. Angst book of one shots about Grian. The art IS mine. Basically, I love Grian angst and cannot get enough, so I am making this to satisfy my Griangst needs. Hope this helps yours too! Ratings at one point: #1 in griangst #20 in terror in...
