Grian Oneshots!!

{READ TW} Here For You [Angst/Hurt/Comfort] S6

HEY SO IM NOT DEAD :>

im actually so sorry i've been gone for like two weeks things started piling up with a sports competition and then my teachers were like "EXAMS" and my family was like "HOLIDAY SHOPPING" soooo....

are anyone else's parents like that? they get mad because i never "spend time with them" because im doing school work but they yell at me when i get anything below a 90% on a test. MAKE IT MAKE SENSEEEEE

anyways, im kinda nervous to post this one just because of the content, so please please PLEASE read the trigger warning!!

TWs:
- attempted $u1c1d3
- cvtting
- blood/gore

i think that's it please let me know if anything else should be included

again, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF IT WILL TRIGGER YOU

enjoy!

Colored wings drooping, blade in hand.

The edge of the roof is where he stands.

Down his arms, the blood slowly drips,

And his hands quiver, just as his lips.

With one final plunge, he impales his chest,

So that maybe he can finally rest.

Pulling it out, he turns his back to the edge.

"Goodbye, cruel world," and he steps off the ledge.

~ 

Grian hears snippets of conversation as he floats between conscious and unconscious. Suddenly, a bright light envelops his vision, and he tries to bring his hands to cover his face in contortion, but he can't. He squints at the intensity.

"We–e——l–si—–hi-!" a muffled voice calls out from somewhere. Grian can hear many more panicked voices and conversation, but cannot muster the energy to try and determine the speaker, or speakers.

For a moment, there's complete silence. The calm before the storm. Seconds later, Grian feels an excruciating pain spike out from his chest and spread out to the rest of his body like an electrical current. He tries to scream, but can't.

"Com—–n, —ian," the voice speaks out as Grian slips back into unconsciousness.

This time, when Grian starts to teeter between awake and asleep states, he hears no conversations. No voices. All he can hear is a soft ringing, accompanied by a periodic beeping.

Trying to figure out where he is, Grian focuses on the white-tiled ceiling. Simple. Plain. Like a hospital. Blinking a few times, he clears his vision before attempting to sit up, only to not be able to. Whether it's because he's too weak or is being held down, Grian cannot tell. So he opts to tilt his head up, ignoring the throbbing pain in his neck.

As he surveys the room, he sees three people talking in the corner of the room. Light streams in from a window into the white-themed, definitely hospital, room, making Grian squint a bit. They're currently indulging in a hushed conversation, grim looks on their faces. One seems incredibly tense, not talking and not moving whatsoever in a presumably uncomfortable position.

The tense one, with brown hair and a black mask, whispers something before walking over to the sink a few meters away and rigorously washing his hands. The other two stop talking, gazing out the window.