Same tws as every other chapter folks

!WRITING STYLE PROBABLY IS DIFFERENT BECAUSE I ACTUALLY KNOW MORE ABOUT WHAT IM DOING NOW!

Hours had passed, quite a few at that.
Scott didnt know how long hed been asleep, all he knew is all the light outside had been strained from the sky leaving the void like, misty black sky outside his windows.

There was no noises, well, besides the beeping of the machines surrounding the bed.
Other than that all that existed around him was eerie silence.

The elf felt like he couldnt move, like he was stuck, trapped, alone in a never ending void of only the dark sky and the stinging pain throughout his chest and throat consuming him from the inside out.

The painkillers had worn off, he could feel the stinging, the prickly feeling every time he swallowed.

All he could do was lie still, in a spout of his own misery and misfortune.

A few minutes of that passed when a certain almost tingly feeling of relaxation ran over him, the only acceptation being a small prick in his forearm near where the iv was placed, a very gentle touch following the prick, someone's finger gliding over the edges of where the prick had occurred.

The elf forced his eyes opened slightly, earning a small smile from the person towering over him, gems ginger hair being just very slightly visible through his hazy eyes which soon shut again.

The slight feeling of cool tubes pressed against his cheeks and he could feel gems fingers guide them behind his ears, except he now lacked the energy to see what she was doing, and instead slowly slipped back to sleep.

Gem watched as her friend slowly slipped away from consciousness again and quickly slipped a hand under her face as tears fell out of her eyes, keeping them from dripping onto his body.
In an all so fast motion she stepped back and swiftly left the room, sniffling and dabbing her eyes on the ends of her long sleeves as she did so, taking a deep breath and shutting the door as the continued down the hallway.

Even more time passed, nobody had been keeping track of it.

the slight beeping in the background came of what was scotts automatic alarm set back at chromia, in which owen had refused to turn off, sitting in scotts room nightly on barely any sleep, unknowing to what was going on.

Gem kept telling Owen she couldnt give him updates yet, though owen was skeptical, he was scared too, rightfully.

He sat there under the thick blankets that covered scotts bed, all the colors and unique cutout shapes reminding him of his close friend.
The fur on his wrists mildly coating more pilled parts of the blankets, flaking off from the lack of care towards himself. All he could do was lie there and contemplate what do do, but not even that did anything for him, eventually the overwhelming silence had been broken by the alarm, and all he did was reach to turn it off before laying back down.

Though not putting himself to rest quite yet.

All the way over in Tumble Town, the smaller empire like town in the midst of the savannah, jimmy and tango laid asleep next to eachother, hand in hand as theyd fallen asleep like that on the couch.
Of course it wasnt "intentional" as theyd claim.
But everyone knew that just wasnt the case.

Neither of them were aware of the situation, chromias shutdown, the sickened emperor of color, neither knew that a situation they were oblivious too could be fixed with only one, short, simple action.

Though theres the question..

If the kiss wasnt genuine.
Would it even work at all?

Does the action have to be one of true, genuine love, or can it be quick and dismissed. 

Could the colorful king be cursed from a kiss by his ex lover, or be tormented by the fate of his ongoing reality..

Think of it this way.

Tango as a rose.

Scott as a poppy.

Although they may look relatively similar in general shape and color.
When up to the sheriff.

Roses will always be his first choice.