A/N: I AM IN LOVE WITH OVER THE GARDEN WALL! With that, I really wanted to write something cute and fluffy centered around our two boys so with that I give you this one shot with no name!
Plot Summary: In the aftermath of their trip into the Unknown, the brother's find themselves sharing a bedroom for the first time. Gregory is ecstatic at the idea, now if only his favorite and only big brother would just wake up!
Bright light shone behind Greg's eyes as he laid in a rather uncomfortable bed that was not his own. Curious, his eyes fluttered opened slowly and were met with a now piercing light that was unlike the gentle sunlight that always flowed into his room in the morning. Grunting, he sat up and slowly began to look around at his surroundings. He soon found that he was in a stark white room, with a beeping monitor to his left and a few chairs and a door a little further than that. This was clearly not his bedroom, and with a frown he looked up to find that the source of the 'sunlight' was in fact a series of lights attached to the ceiling.
"Huh, I wonder where were are now." He thought outloud, feeling no panic about the current situation what so ever, as was in his boyish nature to do so. "Where do you think, Wirt?"
No answer, and a quick scan of the left side of the room reviled to Greg that his big brother was no where in sight. Looking over to his right, he found a TV mounted to the wall, a randomly placed potted plant; whose bright terracotta colored pot and emerald leaves clashed badly with the over all paleness of the room, and a pale curtain which hid the rest of the room from view.
"Now where is that brother o'mine?" Greg asked no one in particular, straining his eyes in an attempt to see passed the curtain.
Shapes and outlines were present, and he could just make out the form of another beeping monitor, connected to what looked to be another bed beside his. A tall lump was concealed under several light blankets, just as Greg had been moments earlier. Frowning, he curiously climbed over to the edge of his own bed and swung his short legs over the side in an attempt to gently lower himself down to the floor.
"A-almost there." He grunted, gripping tightly to his sheets as he got closer and closer to the floor and in a quick trip, he was standing on solid floor. "There! Now to find Wirt!"
Turning swiftly on his heels, he toddled over to the curtain and took hold of its rubbery surface and with a harsh pull, he attempted to pull it back. However, he only managed to pull back the piece that he was holding, and not the rest of the curtain. Frowning, he looked up to see what the curtain was stuck on, and he found a plastic ring, which was to high for him to reach, was holding the curtain in place by a hook attached to it. Huffing, he turned back to the curtain in his hand and quickly pulled it over his head, figuring that he'd better go under it.
Smiling softly once he felt the curtain fall over him, he looked up to find that there was in fact a bed, as he had thought. Beside it, there was a slightly damp, red, cone hat and his heart filled with joy, knowing that that was his brother's hat. With a sudden burst of energy, he pulled himself onto the other's bed and onto the soft blankets that kept his beloved big brother covered.
"Wirt! I think we're back! Wir-" He stopped when his eyes met the face of his older brother.
His usually pale skin was pure white now, as is someone had taken a sponge and wiped away what little color he had in his face away, save for the skin under his eyes, which was a funny purple color. His chocolate brown eyes were also closed, and the rest of his face was covered in a funny looking clear mask, which was connected to the device that Gregory had thought was a monitor earlier.
"Wirt? Whats wrong?" Greg poked his brother's cheek from around the mask, and wondered what that funny device was.
Taking hold of it, he gently pulled it up and laid his ear down next to his brother's cheek and listened as cold air wooshed down from the mask and tickled Gregory's ear and with a soft giggle, he gently put it back down onto his brother's face and smiled at it.
"That feels like the North Wind! Oh, Wirt! I forgot to tell you about him!" Gregory giggled, poking his brother a few times over and waiting for his eyes to crack open.
They didn't, no matter how much Gregory poked him, and this was making the small boy frustrated. Frowning a little deeper, he reach over and forced his brother's eyelids opened and looked into them for signs of awareness. The black pupils of his brother's eyes were small, and the eyes itself looked slightly tilted towards the top of Wirt's eye. In a touch of fear, Gregory released the eyelids and crawled back on the bed.
"Oh no! I think I broke your eyes!" Gregory gasped, crawling back until his hand touched the edge of the bed and something hard.
Looking down, he found a clipboard attached to the bed by a hook and even though he wasn't the best reader yet, he could spot his older brother's name from a mile away. Picking up the clipboard, he quickly settled it into his lap and did the best he could to pick through the black squiggles on the page, hoping that it would offer a little insight into what was wrong with his older brother.
"W-Wirt, W-W-Walters?" He started, smiling softly at his older brother's name, and starting on the next word, "Darn, how come there are no pictures on this thing?"
A gasp suddenly sounded from behind him, and in his childish mind he had hoped for a moment that it was Wirt. Looking up, his hopes were quickly crushed when he saw that Wirt had not moved a muscle and that the voice had come from someone else. Turning his head, he found a young woman draped in white standing behind him. She was pale, with poofy brown hair and had a beauty mark on her face.
"Ghost lady!" Greg yelped in a cheerful tone, standing up so quickly that he did not notice the chart fall.
"You're awake!" She gasped in a relieved tone, stepping closer to the bed and plucking the small boy up.
"I am, but my brother isn't! I tried poking him but he won't wake up... Whats wrong with him, ghost lady?" The woman ignored his comment and quickly set him down to take up the chart.
"Well, lets see." She whispered as she read through Wirt's chart, her lips falling slightly as she spoke.
Setting down the chart, she went over to Wirt's bed and took out a flashlight from her jacket pocket and clicked it on. She then parted Wirt's eye and shone her light inside. Greg was just about to inform her that he had already tried that, when the woman stepped away and clicked off her light.
"Well? Whats wrong with him?" Greg huffed, picking up the chart once more and trying to read it again as the woman turned to him.
"Sweetheart, your brother is... Well, hes in a coma." She said in a gentle voice, not wanting to sugarcoat things for the young boy.
"A what?" Greg puffed his cheeks out curiously and crawled over to his brother's side.
"a state of deep unconsciousness." The woman explained, trying to chose words that the boy would understand.
"Un-conch- sea- us?" Greg sounded out, tasting the word on his tongue to see if he liked it or not. "Whats that?"
"Well... Its like sleeping, except its very hard to wake up from it." Her voice was still gentle, but her face was now stone cold.
"Sleeping? Is that all?" Greg pouted, beginning to poke his brother once more. "Can't we just wake him up with an alarm clock or something?"
"I'm afraid not... There isn't much we can do for him except wait." With this, she gently wrapped her arms around the small boy. "Your brother was in very bad shape when you two got here. Theres no telling when he'll wake up."
Greg felt his blood chill a little at the woman's words. He didn't know what a coma was, but he did know that bad was bad and not being able to wake up was bad as well. Looking over at his big brother, he noticed the pale color of his face once more, jumping a bit when he realized just how much like a ghost Wirt looked like.
"B-but he has to wake up soon! We have school tomorrow, and I haven't told him about the North Wind yet!" Greg wind, rushing over to his big brother and curling up on his chest. "Come on Wirt! You gotta wake up now!"
"Honey-" Greg cut the woman off suddenly.
"Wirt! You have to wake up!" Greg cried, his tears splashing down onto his brother's neck and sliding down into the pillows under his head.
Wirt did not respond to any of this, and Greg began to push onto his chest a little bit in an attempt to shake him awake as he felt frustrated tears fill his own dark eyes again. He suddenly wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and buried his face into it as the woman went to Greg quickly and rolled him off of Wirt's chest and onto the space of bed beside his brother's arm, which Gregory quickly clung to like a lifeline. Frowning, the woman began patting Greg's back in an attempt to calm him down, stopping only when she felt the boy's breathing even out and his body go slightly limp as he fell into his own state of sleep.