Small warning: Medications. If you want to skip go ahead, the lore in this chapter will repeat.
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Grian had finally pushed himself to work on the alleyway after the run-in with Impulse, he had added the purple and orange building inspired off the Weasley Wizards Wheezes.
Grian stepped back to admire his work and see if it had any fixing up to do. It looked great, as usual. A build he could be proud of. Grian nodded his head and was about to hit the record button just when he felt nauseous. The world spun for a second then stopped.
"Ok. Slow down," He told himself. Let's go sit down, and take care of ourself.

Grian was in the villager trading Hall (which felt like his getaway area most of the time) remembering what you did when sick. Fluids, food, and rest. Lots of rest.
Well rest was out of the question. The voices wouldn't let sleep happen, so he'd have to resort to resting, without sleeping.
After thinking about the voices, he expected them to say something, but he heard nothing.
Step one, fluids. Luckily, Grian kept a water bottle in his inventory most of the time, building took time so he'd have to drink water every now and then. He took a sip and luckily there was still some in there.
After the water he moved onto step 2; Food. Like any normal hermit Grian also kept food in his inventory so that wasn't a problem. Of course they were golden carrots but they were edible. He took a bite, his throat felt scratchy. It didn't hurt too much though, maybe he'd have to get some medicine.
After 30 minutes or so, the voices appeared again.
"Sick?"
"Yep." Grian responded.
They said nothing. Grian rolled his eyes.
"You hurt?"
"What?" Grian responded, then a painful headache appeared. Did the voices do this? It hurt so bad he could barely think.
He rushed over to a chest in the barrel beast, he had left a chest of medications in case he has gotten sick. He found the pain medicine and swallowed the pill, then sat down on the floor waiting for it to kick in.
After a few minutes he was feeling better. It was still one of the worst headaches he ever had.
"Stop being a baby"
Grian was surprised by the sudden insult.
"Suck it up."
Grian scoffed. They had no right to tell him that!
The headache became introleable. His eyes became wet. The torture of this headache soon forced a tear out of him. It dropped from his face and left s strong in his eye. Itlanded on the grass but wasn't liquid like it was supposed to be. Grian bent down and picked It up. It was a rock. A tear shaped rock.The rock had patterns like the moon, small circles. He wiped his eyes and layed on the grass.