Chapter 30 | Injury

TW:

Blood

Injury

3rd Person POV~

*3 hours later*

Cheesy and Trophy smiled at each other, their minds racing. "Wow, uh, I've never done that with...anyone." Cheesy looked around the room nervously, thinking that Trophy might make fun of him due to that. Trophy was busy cleaning himself up, changing, and also getting Cheesy a new pair of clothes.

"No worries, Cheesy. I haven't-" Trophy  tripped on a pair of socks on the floor, and he screamed, but before he could safely fall on the floor, his head slammed against the wooden drawer next to him. Cheesy gasped and immediately jumped off the bed and ran over to assist Trophy. Trophy's head was bleeding, a gash on his forehead. He groaned, and as he did, Cheesy ran out the room, down the stairs, and into the lobby. OJ and Paper were laughing and having conversation, while Nickel was making fun of Pickle's and Knife's video game skills. Everyone else seemed to be elsewhere.

Cheesy scowled and yelled, his smirk vanishing, "LISTEN!!". Everyone turned their heads towards the freckled comedian, and the video game was paused. All eyes were on Cheesy. "I- Trophy was hurt! He's bleeding from his head and..."

Nickel narrowed his eyes, sniffing. "Listen, cheese boy, why exactly should we care about Trophy? He made so many of our lives TERRIBLE during the show, and now you want us to care about him? Not ONCE has that IDIOT cared about us, hurt or not, so he doesn't deserve our help. I'm sure he's fine anyway, considering he's "Mr.Perfect"." Tears pricked at Cheesy's eyes as he looked away from the others in the lobby. He couldn't even begin to describe the emotions he felt. OJ frowned, sighed, and headed away, hand in hand with Paper. That left Nickel, Pickle, and Knife...but none of the three were most likely to help Trophy. Knife scoffed and unpaused their game, continuing with Pickle. Nickel turned away from Cheesy, leaving him to be.

Just in time, Fan and Test Tube walked in the hotel doors, laughing with each other. 'Test Tube!', Cheesy thought to himself through the tears, 'She would help!' Running towards the green-haired scientist, Cheesy stopped right in front of her. Fan looked up at Cheesy, coffee and phone in hand, while Test Tube had her glasses balanced on the top of her head, her emerald eyes glimmering. There was a bruise on Test Tube's neck, dark and purple, which was completely contrasting from her usual brightness. Although right now, Cheesy could care less about how that happened.

"Test Tube! Listen, you gotta...Trophy's hurt! He's bleeding from his head! We were...hanging out....in my room and he fell and hit his head on the corner of something. Please...no one else bothered to help me...you gotta." Cheesy was desprate! This was his boyfriend they were talking about for goodness sake.

Test Tube's eyes sparkled at the thought of using science to help somebody again. "Of course! Fan, can you go to my lab and get some supplies? The first aid kit is in my desk."

"They don't have one here...?"

"The Cherries' burned it with YinYang after a party because they were too bored."

"Oh-"

Fan ran out of the lobby, racing through the green grass outside. Test Tube followed Cheesy towards the injured Trophy, running.

Would they make it in time...?

(disclaimer: Test Tube and Fan did something a little silly willy a couple hours ago hehe)

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AHHH- High school is starting soon for meeee *cries* I'll be busy for a whileeeeeeeeeeeee

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Have a gooooood day y'all!111!!! *gives you aggresive head pats cutely*