#drop some names here Wilfy
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Hospital
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“I’m so sleepy.”
“I know baby girl, but we’re almost at the hospital.” Kenna promised her, knowing they were no nearer than they had been an hour ago. Amy had stayed with Maya while Kenna had gone to see Ash and Chase, and had sworn to keep her awake.
What had eventually happened was Jack teleported Mark to his house to get the van, and they were driving back. When Amy had gotten a call from Mark's phone, and an Irish voice came through the speaker saying that the traffic was really bad, she became worried. Maya had been near hysteria since she woke up, even after the Dr had checked over her.
“What’s happened here?” perking up at the new voice, Maya instantly started cowering when she saw the pink moustached man. “It’s alright, ol' wilfy's not gonna hurt you.” He held out his hand as if she were a spooked animal, and approached her slowly.
“What do you want Wilford?” Amy asked coldly, both her and Kenna moving protectively in front of Maya.
“Aaah, Amy! So good to see you, and miss Kenna! I found my way out of that closet, you’ll be happy to hear!” Both continued to stare at him until he dropped his cheery pretence. “Okay, I heard Kiddo over there got injured, and I wanted to offer my services for assistance.”
“How could you help her? Even the Dr couldn’t, we’re waiting for Mark and Jack so we can take her to hospital.”
“Yes, yes, but how long have you been waiting? Surely she needs assistance immediately.” Kenna stared at him for a moment, before looking back at Maya.
“Okay, but only if Mark and Jack are still stuck in traffic.”
Taking the hint, Amy called Mark again. “Hey Jack, are you two still stuck in traffic?” There was a moment of quiet before she nodded. “Don’t freak out, but Wilford's going to take them. Maya can’t wait much longer.” More silence, and then Amy hung up. “They’re not happy, but they can get over themselves.”
“And you’re not touching Maya.” Kenna added, taking one of his outstretched arms. “Amy you can come if you want, she likes you.”
“Okay, you guys probably shouldn’t be left alone anyways. I’ll go and tell the others what’s happening.” Whilst Amy was in the other room, Kenna pet Maya’s hair and whispered comforts to her; Wilford moved away from them a pace.
When she came back, they each took an arm, and ignoring a comment about having three beautiful women on his arm, they dissipated from the manor. Reappearing in a side street next to the hospital, Wilford helped pick Maya up, before Amy took his place and her and Kenna helped her walk in.
In the entrance to the hospital there was a nurse talking to the receptionist, but upon seeing Maya being half-dragged through the door, she rushed off. Barely a minute later she came back, along with a few more people and a gurney.
“What happened?” The initial nurse asked Amy as the others helped Maya onto the bed.
“She got thrown into a wall.” Kenna answered, “On accident?” The nurse went to argue something but decided against it. “Is she going to be okay?”
“We’ll try our best to get her better.” With a sympathetic smile, she followed the gurney down the hallway. Still stood in the reception, Kenna and Amy were silent until the receptionist came over.
“Can I have a minute? I know you’re worried, but there are some forms and questions I need filling out.”
“Of course,” Amy followed him back to the desk, “Kenna, can you come as well? I don’t know all that much about what happened.”
“Mmhhm.” Wiping at her face, Kenna trailed over to where Amy was stood. “What do you need to know?”
“Her name, date of birth, address, your relation to her, and what happened.” He sat down behind his computer, ready to type.
“Her name is Maya Coleman, born on the nineteenth of June two thousand and three,” she lists off the address of the house, “I’m her girlfriend, Amy if a family friend, I guess?”
“Okay, and is Amy over eighteen?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, so that leaves what happened.” He sat back slightly, waiting for a response.
“I don’t really know... Everything happened really quickly, she got thrown into a wall.” His eyes widened at what Kenna said, but he tried to keep his face neutral.
“Okay, I’ll show you down to a waiting area.” Standing again, he walked out from behind the tall desk and led them down the corridor. “For safety, do you know if anyone else will be coming to visit her?”
“Yeah, Rowan, her sibling, and Ocie maybe, that’s Kenna’s sister; Jack and Mark will probably come later, I doubt Henrik will come but there’s always a possibility. I think that’s it, but I might be wrong. Is there anyone else you can think of Kenna?”
“No, I don’t think so.” Falling back into silence, the receptionist dropped them off at the quiet waiting area.
“Someone will be along soon to tell you what’s happening.” He left.
***
Doctors rushed around Maya, coming in and out of the room where she had been placed. At one she thought someone took her blood pressure, but that might not have happened, everything seemed hazy since she had arrived at the manor.
“Hi there Maya,” someone finally seemed to notice her, “I’m Marie, and I’m a nurse here. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”
“Hazy.” Maya scrunched her eyes up tight. “And sleepy, so sleepy, but Kenna wouldn’t let me sleep. She said I had to stay awake.”
“Okay, and does your head hurt?” Responding with a nod, Maya shut her eyes again for a minute.
“Kenna’s my girlfriend. She’s really pretty and smart and amazing and I love her so much.”
The nurse smiled. “She is very smart, she stopped you from getting any worse. I bet she’s very worried about you right now.”
“No, don’t worry! I’m okay!” Struggling to stay balanced, she tried to stand from the bed.
“Maya, can you sit back down for me? I don’t want you to fall.” Marie moved to help her back onto the bed.
“No, I want Kenna!” Continuing to try and leave the room, Maya almost fell, and allowed Marie to help her back into bed.
“You can see her soon Maya, right now we’re just waiting for a doctor to come and assess you before you have a CT scan, okay?”
“Okie.” A doctor walked into the room, looking Maya up and down.
“Hello Maya, I’m doctor Goulding, I’m going to be assessing you today. Is that okay?” Maya nodded. “Do you have any questions you would like to ask before I start?”
“Can I see Kenna soon?” Marie jumped in.
“Come on pet, you’ll be able to see Kenna when doctor Goulding has finished okay?”
“Okay.” Goulding was pulling some gloves on when Maya spoke again. “Will I be okay?”
Neither answered her, and Goulding approached her to examine her head. “That’s what I’m going to find out, but we’ll do everything we can to help your recovery from this.” Slowly he started looking at the back of her head. It didn’t take him long before he came back in front of her.
“Okay, so that’s you assessed, and we’re going to get you a CT scan. You’ll be able to see Kenna until then, but nurse Marie will stay in here with you to make sure you’re behaving.” Grinning at her, he left. It was always so painful having to hide something so major from a kid. She was already so lucky that she hadn’t been in a more serious state, the wound didn’t seem fresh, possibly several hours old.
***
By the time Mark and Jack arrived at the hospital Maya was already having her CT scan. The doctor had told Kenna and Amy that he suspected she had a depressed fracture of her skull. He hadn’t explained what that had meant, saying that they should see her before she went for her scan, because she was high priority.
They just caught her being taken down the corridor when they got to the room. In there, Kenna had started sobbing on Amy’s shoulder, knowing how bad it was from her medical studies with Henrik.
“Well shit, that’s not a good sign.”
“Jack!” Mark exclaimed. “It’s not a fucking good sign, get it right you asshole!” Between her sobs, Kenna chuckled a little.
“They think she has a depressed fracture, she’ll need surgery if they’re right.” Jack started comforting Kenna so that Mark could be with Amy.
“Hey kid, it’s okay, she’s tough, she’ll get through this, I know she will.” Letting her sob into his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around her. “It’ll be okay, I promise it will all be okay.”
“Jack?”
“Yeah kiddo?”
“Can you get Rowan, they should be here for her when she get’s back from her scan.”
“Of course, you stay here with Mark and Amy okay, I’ll be back in a minute.” Disappearing in a cloud of green pixels, Jack went to get Rowan.
A few minutes later he arrived back, a terrified Rowan clinging onto his arm.
“Kenna! What happened? Is she okay?”
“She came to get me from the manor, and then Dark showed up, and there was a fight, and, and she got thrown into a wall. I thought it was just a concussion, but they said it might be a depressed skull fracture, and she might need surgery, and she’s getting a CT scan now which means it’s really bad because there’s normally a huge wait for it and she was taken for it like ten minutes after the doctor left her.” Rowan rushed over to Kenna.
“Breathe, come on, breathe okay. We’ll get through this, she’ll get through this.”
“I’m so sorry Rowan...”
“It’s not your fault to apologise for.” They gave Kenna a hug. “You’ll be getting her through all of this, even if she doesn’t know it.”
***
Maya was brought back an hour later, and doctor Goulding followed soon behind her. “You’ll be glad to know that there doesn’t seem to be any brain damage,” Both Kenna and Rowan breathed in relief: she was still okay. “But, our suspicions were correct: she does have a depressed fracture on the back of her skull. Going forwards, we’re going to prep her for surgery now, and the surgeon will repair the skull. If all goes well, there should be few serious repercussions.”
“H-how long will the surgery take?”
“Due to the severity of the fracture, it’s likely to take around ten hours. Maya is going to be sedated with general anaesthetic, and after the surgery she’ll be kept sedated and in intensive care for at least a week. This should allow her brain to recover without having to look after her body.”
“Are there any risks? From the surgery, I mean?” Rowan asked quietly. Really, they knew the answers, but they thought it might not be true.
“Whilst there’s the usual risks of any surgery, blood clots, bleeding, infection, there are some more serious risks with this surgery, as it is around her brain. It is possible that there has been damage done to her brain, in which case the surgeon will do everything they can to fix it, but this damage could result in nerve damage or physical weakness. There is also a small risk of strokes or seizures and swelling of the brain. I know that isn’t what you wanted to hear, but if you would like, I can send the surgeon in to answer any further questions whilst Maya is being prepared for surgery.”
“No, no, thank you for everything doctor.” Jack stood and shook the doctor’s hand, walking him out of the door.
“Can we see her before surgery?” Kenna asked. “I want to see her.”
“She’ll be brought back here after she’s been prepped, and they’ll let you be with her when they give her the anaesthetic.” He patted her on the back, and they went back to waiting.
A different nurse came in with Maya, who was in a wheelchair now. As they entered, Mark and Amy stood up. “Hey guys, thanks for being so welcoming and all, but we’re going to go, we don’t want to intrude.”
“Thank you Amy, thank you so much for helping us.” Kenna sprung up and hugged Amy as the nurse helped Maya back onto the bed.
“It’s no problem kiddo, you remember to give us a call if you need anything.”
“Any of you.” Mark added, looking more towards Jack and Rowan. Waving, they left.
***
Maya went into her surgery less than an hour later. She came out as well, twelve hours later, the back of her head shaved completely and covered with a large bandage.
Jack had taken Kenna and Rowan home, insisting that they should spend the night at home instead of in the hospital, and he would take them back there in the morning.
He had been there though, when she came out, there to see the surgeon and thank him for everything. He reported back in the morning that the surgery had been a success, and that Maya should be awake within the week, before teleporting them back to the hospital to see her.
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/ I would very much like to request you write some more with Dark and not sharing any ideas anymore. If with his friends continuing to ask what's going on or with Wilf and they talk maybe? Wilf probably noticed too after all dunno- thanks
soooothis got,,, longer than expected.
Google is the one to peace the puzzle together first. Upon asking Dark why he no longer shares the ideas he undoubtedly has, he sees Dark cast a glance at Wilford that is so short the human eye wouldn’t have picked up on it. Fortunately Google was not human, though Bing would often point out he was useless enough that he might as well be.
Google then pieced together that Wilford’s repeated refusal to hear out Dark’s ideas, Wilford’s constant insults against the ideas Dark did manage to mention, and Wilford’s overall negativity towards Dark was the reason Dark had finally given up.
This was displeasing. Google would have to fix it.
Host pieces things together next with use of narration and simple pattern observation. Dark presented an idea, Wilford shot it down, continue that cycle until suddenly Dark quit trying and Wilford put in place ideas of his own. Wilford had been waiting Dark out, forcing him to continue to rethink everything and doubt himself to the point he would become so worried over flaws in his ideas that he would never present them, thus allowing Wilford’s ideas to seem more full-proof.
Wilford had forced Dark out of being second head of the house, and into being Wilford’s plaything like everyone else. In many ways Dark already had been, but by taking his creativity away, Wilford had successfully taken out everything that Dark loved.
Host was furious, but he knew that there was nothing he could do. However, his lover happened to be the resident physician that also happened to have a grudge where Wilford was concerned.
“Dark.” Host speaks softly, gently, trying to persuade the information out without letting Dark know he already knows everything he needs to. “Please tell the Host and Google why you have quit thinking of ideas. Or, at least, why you have stopped sharing the ones you do think of.”
Dark sighs, and isn’t that an odd sound coming from him, and mumbles a soft, “no, Host.”
Dark does not want to talk, and Host’s narration assures him that Dark doesn’t plan to talk unless forced. So, dislike it as he might, he forces Dark’s hand.
“Host knows it is because of Wilford. Host wants to know why Wilford should be the one to so heavily influence your creativity, Dark.” Host feels Dark tense up, his aura cracking in the air like a whip.
He’s startled.
“Host-”“Please be honest.” There’s a pause, and then Dark slumps. His aura drops, and he begins to talk.
“He’s my husband, and he’s right. All of my ideas are just bad. Plain bad. So bad they’d never work! Ever.” Dark grumbles, and Host’s heart aches because his friend possesses a child’s mind in more ways than he does an adult’s.
“Dark, that isn’t true. I quite liked the… what was it you called it? Darkstache tv? A combination of your name and Wilford’s to express the shared power between the both of you. You were going to let everyone have a show, yes?”
Dark nods, and Host smiles softly. “Perhaps we should re-present that to him. Get some of the others to sign a form saying they back the idea. If it gets enough votes then he can’t say no.”
Dark grins, nodding his his head again but with more enthusiasm this time.“That’s a brilliant idea, Hostie! I’ll get Google and Bing to help me print out petitions and make sure I’ve asked everyone and- oh I’ll need to make new scripts and sets and-” As Dark rambles on, Host’s smile curls warmly over his lips.
This was the Dark he knew and loved, not the Dark that Wilford was crafting. Host could only hope they could stop Wilford in his tracks.
“What the hell do you mean I’m under too much stress?” Wilford spits, getting as in Dr. Iplier’s face as he could manage. The man was far too tall for Wilford to properly go nose-to-nose with him, but he could damn well try.
Edward, infuriatingly, meets his hostility with ever-present boredom.“I said what I meant and meant what I said.” Edward states, and Wilford wants to punch him for quoting a children’s story to him.
“I am perfectly fine you half-wit doctor! Need I remind you that you aren’t even a real goddamned doctor?” Wilford threatens, and Edward sighs.“You’re too stressed. Just as I said. You need more rest.” “What I need is more competent work partners! I’m in a house filled with imbeciles and useless-” Wilford cuts off as the clinic doors open, and a familiar ring fills the air.
Dammit, of all the times for him to show up, Wilford complains internally, forcing himself to calm down as Dark and Host round the corner.
“Oh! Wilfy! What are you doing here?” Dark asks pleasantly, eyes too-bright and smile too-wide. He’s up to something.“Stomach ulcers. Stress.” Edward states, and oh if only Wilford could kill him without consequence he would.
Dark frowns with concern, eyes and expression darkening with it as he moves in closer.“That sounds horrible! Wilfy why haven’t you said anything?” For a moment, nothing is said, finally Wilford sighs and pulls Dark into a hug.
“I didn’t want to worry you.” He lies, laying on the caring husband act thick. If Dark is up to something, Wilford wants to make sure he’s spared from the carnage.
Dark hugs him tightly, grinning up at him adorably. There’s a stirring of something in his heart, old memories of a similar face smiling at him just like that before the man turned colder than ice. Damien’s smiles were rare, but they were so beautiful. Wilford’s thoughts turn rueful, and he shoves them away before they make him do something foolish.
“You need to rest, don’t you? If you’re so stressed.” Dark says, and Wilford knows what’s coming next. “I can watch over everything so you can have a vacati-”“That won’t be necessary, Darkling. I’ll have Bing and Bim step in for me.” Wilford says pointedly, and as Dark deflates Wilford straightens up.
“Now then, if you all will excuse me I need to get that all arranged. Doctor, I’ll want a followup appointment within the next few days. Call me when you’ve got a time and date.” Wilford instructs, pushing Dark off before heading out.
He misses the looks the three he leaves behind share.
#snarky's ficlets#swap au#darkiplier#wilford warfstache#the host#dr. iplier#googleplier#snarky writes
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Advocates for Chaos (pt. 4)
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(You wanna know who’s a real life advocated for chaos? *points at Jack’s insta* That man right there! He is truly evil, and he is my favorite green bean. AND I WILL FIGHT IF HE HURTS THE CINNAMON ROLL.)
As the group of them head for the elevator Bim halts suddenly. “Guys.”
MadPat turns on him, already losing patience. “Trimmer, we don’t have time.”
“Where’s Anti?” Bim gestures around. “Has anybody seen him since we got here?”
Wilford runs a hand over his face. “With everything happening so quickly, Dark showing up, then the Host… I didn’t even realize!”
“That can’t be good,” Mare says with a dry laugh. “Should we look for him?”
Mad kicks the elevator doors. “We don’t have time! We could start fading at any moment! Do you know what fading feels like? Because I do, and it’s not pleasant!”
“Fine, look. We’ll split up.” Wilford looks over at Bim. “You go with Mad and find the Googles, try to keep him from blowing something up,” Wilford says with a look of disdain in Mad’s direction. Bim nods, and the two of them get into the elevator. “We’ll meet you back in the Board Room once we’ve found him.” Once the two of them are gone, Wilford turns on Peevils. “Amy doesn’t exist in this world, that or she doesn’t know Mark. If she’s not here, not as well-known...”
“I’ll be the first to go,” Peevils finishes for him. “I know.” She gestures to elevator. “So let’s find the glitch and get out of here before I start to disappear.” Mare glances between her and Wilford and back.
Wilford nods, and Peevils feels a blush rising in her cheeks, swallowing down the lump forming in her throat. She’s never felt the effects of fading before, but if she’s honest with herself, she can already feel it eating at her. If they don’t get out of here soon, she’s going to be in real trouble.
Anti floats in a void of darkness permeated by fractals of light reflected at him by shards of glass. He feels like he’s underwater, drowning beneath the pressure, and he can’t bring himself to move. The glitch hears snippets of voices, people he knows but can’t reach, and in the fractals of reflections, he can see their faces.
“Help me,” he hisses through gritted teeth. Wherever he is, he doesn’t belong here. Anti twitches, trying to glitch, but it’s harder here. There’s a flicker of fuzz, a spark of static, and Anti manages to glitch. When he does, he drops into the Board Room from whatever that “in between” place was. Anti hits the floor hard and gasps for breath.
He feels broken glass beneath his cheek and then beneath his hands as he forces himself into a sitting position. Anti glances around the room. No one is here, and he isn’t sure how long he’s been gone. “Hello?”
Anti glitches into the hallway, standing up now, over to the elevator. It’s in use, so he glitches inside instead. He can hear Wilford’s voice, and when he glitches out of the wiring into the actual box of the elevator, he finds himself between Will and Bim.
Wilford jumps nearly five feet in the air with a scream of surprise, and Bim presses himself to the wall of the elevator. Anti giggles and glitches around a bit more before he can calm himself. When he does, Wilford is still in shock. “What’s wrong, Wilfy? Did I scare ya that bad?”
Warfstache says, in a completely monotone voice, “Who are you?”
MadPat and Bim reach the Google’s floor to find the four of them gathered around Dark who seems to be in the middle of a panic attack. “Take a deep breath. Come on now.” Blue is holding Dark’s hand and trying to get the other Ego to look at him. “He won’t hurt you. You’re safe now.”
Bim feels his stomach do a double-back-faceplant into his rib cage and tries to reconcile what he’s seeing with who he knows these Egos to be. The whole thing is a walking existential crisis, but Mad, unfazed by the apparent complete personality flips of each Ego, strides forward and announces his presence by loudly clearing his throat. “Yes, hello there. It’s me, the one from the alternate timeline. I believe we have some things to discuss.”
The Googles turn to look at him, but three of them shush him and go back to caring for Dark while Oliver leaves the black and white Ego behind and pulls Mad aside. “My name is Google Yellow. How can I be of assistance?”
“Ollie?” Bim reaches for the android, but he doesn’t react to his name. “Oliver?”
The android blinks. “My name is Google Yellow. How can I be of assistance?”
#wilford warfstache#antisepticeye#peevils#natemare#bim trimmer#madpat#antimatter#googleplier#darkiplier#the host#advocates for chaos#AFC part four
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