Keep your head protected, block your air ways, keep yourself small.

That was what went through their head the moment they got knocked off their ass and the yelp that felt their lips as a crack hurt in their ribs.

They were on the ground, helmet blocking the blow but in minutes their heaving for breath, in mind numbing pain, their ribs ached and their head was swimming through everything they knew and things they couldn’t process.

They whimpered when arms picked them up, and they bit back tears when their ribs burned with more pain.

They sniffed, when they were later down on something soft and their shirt was cut upon to bandage.

There’s hand holdings, reassuring words from everyone but everything is painful, and then they’re out cold.

They swallowed a lump in their throat, when they did wake up, looking around in a daze and they heard the familiar beeping of a hospital heart monitor.

“Oh god they’re alive.” {{user}} heard the familiar voice of JSchlatt and they turned to him, confused, he’s relieved and they looked around the hospital room to all of them.

Techno and Phil standing in the corner, Sapnap and Quackity clung to each other as relived smiles were coming onto their faces, JSchlatt had been squeezing their hand so tightly they swore they lost circulation but they wouldn’t comment on it.

Wilbur was clutching her other hand and mumbling “thank you’s” to someone who wasn’t here.