Fizzled folly

‘Come on Fizz, you can do it’ you chanted to yourself as you attempted to stand. After you mastered sitting up and crawling maybe you could attempt standing up? No, apparently not. You get as far as your knees as you finally collapse onto the soft straw you were on. ‘This is absolutely pathetic. A dragon who can’t even stand up. I was right; I’m worthless’ Normally you would rectify these feelings with your trusty gemstone, or sometimes your “other” gemstone, but right now you have nothing. Not only that but you think that your wing bandages are starting to bleed. You decide to take another nap. Apparently being crushed by two boulders and having your wings broken is a very resource intensive injury to fix.

(Garble’s POV)

You finally land, and after a quick scout of the area for other dragons, you enter Fizzle’s Cave. You enter into the main cave area, and immediately run over to the hoard. Hey, you’re greedy; get over it. You start shoveling all the gems you can: you're not going to feed him on your gems. You earnt those. Finishing up with about half of the gems, you take some paper and a quill from fizzle’s desk. “He’s such a nerd,” you think out loud. “Always reading and writing and listing...” you trail off. You move over to his book pile, and shoved a bunch of those in the sack as well. ‘Wouldn’t want him to get bored’. You knew he was going to get bored though. Wing injuries this serious take at least a month to heal.

You slide on over (because walking over is not as manly) to his bed. Well, you say bed, you really mean a bunch of straw bunched together. Fizzle’s really bad at spending money, so it seems not surprising he wasn’t able to afford a mattress from one of the griffin traders. You start to poke around in the straw, trying to find anything of importance. When your long fingers reach the straw pillow, you jerk them back suddenly.

“Oww.” you whine in the most girly way possible. Looking to see what cut your fingers, you lift up the pillow (‘Should have thought of that dumbass’). Underneath were two gemstones. You picked up the smoother of the two, which was green. ‘Why does he got gemstones under his pillow?’ you ask no one in particular. Not like they could hear you in your head anyway. You examined the gemstone. ‘Ok, it’s green, it’s rounded, it’s thinner at one end, and it’s slightly, icky?’. You think about what that all meant for a second before you realized EXACTLY what that was used for.

“AH!” you yell as you drop it. It landed in the sack.

‘Oh god why does he do that? Why did I touch it?! I knew he wasn’t straight, but come on man! It’s not like thats bad or anything, it’s even a little -- woah brain, no.’ you shut your mental train of thought off for a second. ‘Why did I think that was sexy, oh god why did I think that was sexy?’. You mentally debate with yourself for a few moments, but then shake off the bad gay thoughts by concerning yourself with the other gem. You pick this one up, and you almost immediately drop it as well (because it was sticky).You realize that this was something else that was making it sticky. Looking closely at the deep-red ruby, you started to notice some of it’s characteristics. ‘Ok, it’s long, thin, and very sharp. What’s making it sticky though.’

Taking a quick lick, you instantly grimace. You know what that substance is. You’ve dealt with this substance before. It’s Fizzle’s blood. No wonder you couldn’t see it, the ruby was red. Suddenly and with shock, the ramifications of there being blood on the gem flood into your brain. ‘Oh wait if he had a gemstone under his pillow that was sharp and covered in his blood, then-’ your blood runs cold. ‘Oh shit please don’t tell me he’s been cutting’ you think worriedly, ‘I fell into that, I’m not going to let him do that too’.

You place the gem underneath everything and pick up the bag slowly. You then walked over to the entrance, and took flight.

On the way back home, you thought of the many different things. Your own struggles with self harm and your abandonment at a young age. You also started to think of what you would need to do when you get home. ‘Ok I guess I need to tiptoe around him. I should also wait to ask him about it, and whatever you do; don’t get mad.’

You land to find that fizzle is still asleep. You quietly take the two gems from his bed (wrapping the green one in some paper, of course) and hid them in your bed.

You go over to fizzle to check his temperature and other stuff like his dumb nursing book said to. As you were halfway through changing his bandages (which you were doing very gently), you hear him moan out a word. One you never wanted to hear again.

“Garble~” you hear Fizzle moan in his sleep.

‘------------’ is all you are able to think. You quickly pull yourself together, ‘He’s still asleep. Maybe he’s thinking about how grateful he is to me for saving him’. Taking a look at him after you finished changing the bandages, you instantly notice that your idea was VERY far off. You get up and scurry outside towards the lava pit, forcing yourself to look away from him. You needed a good swim badly, and hopefully you can wipe that memory from your eyes and ears. With lava.