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Aaaaaaaa it's Febuwhump and Serial Killer Afo is back!!!

Collabing with ao3 user @Silveranger for Febuwhump this year and I've never been happier! I really adore her works and it would mean the world if you guys stay with us throughout this month reading and loving the content we both create!

This work is an accompanying piece to silveranger's fic "Basement Archives" chapter 2

Kizza! ❀ You shall receive 🤗🙈

concussion + see tags

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"Bright? Come on. Malcolm, look at me. Please."

When Malcolm's head lolled forwards, Gil caught it. The cheeks under his fingertips felt clammy and he swallowed the panic threatening to engulf his chest. This was going to end well, it had to.

"G-Gil? What's..going on?" The words were murmured and could hardly be heard.

Gil swallowed, pushing Malcolm back against the wall, gently, stroking a sweaty strand of hair away from the younger man's pale forehead.

"You fell, City Boy. You fell. "

Malcolm squinted at him from eyes half shut, hands limp in his lap.

"Tha' doesn't sound fun.", he slurred, a little louder than before.

"No. It doesn't.", Gil answered, shifting his weight on his knees.

"Gil...I'll be fine."

A short moment of silence settled over them, the traffic nearby the only sound.

Gil forced his throat to work, but he felt a vague sense of certainty.

"Yes, you will, Malcolm."

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