Stanley Pines sits in his room, in a cold sweat. He drops his head into his hands and squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to stay conscious. He feels like he's about to pass out but he forces himself to stay awake and in control of his body.
His room is in shambles, everything is strewn across the floor. Nothing is in it's proper place; it looks like a hurricane went through his room.
Stan struggles to get up and drags himself to his personal bathroom towards the sink. He splashes cold water on his face and grabs the edges of the sink in an attempt to keep steady until his already-pale hands turn whiter. He looked at himself in the mirror; he looks like a mess.
"Keep it together, Stan. Hang in there. Ford's comin' to get ya somethin' to help ya."
After what felt like hours that was really just a few minutes, Stanford bursts through Stan's room; with him is a syringe containing a bright and colorful liquid. "Stan! I've got the stuff, hold still."
"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill, now hurry up." Stan manages to say through gritted teeth, he just wants the pain to end as soon as possible. Ford carefully injects Stan with the needle and almost immediately, Stan feels its effects and starts to feel the ache go away.
"Right, now go lay down. The side effects will last a bit longer than usual, I gave you an extra dose since you missed one." Stan could barely spare him a nod before dragging himself towards his bed. He collapses unto it, falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.
Ford watches his brother, worry clearly evident in his eyes. "He's definitely back, and he's getting stronger everyday."
He needs to get ready for him.
Bill's back.
A/N: Quick poll: Would anyone enjoy a TyroneAU (triplets) or nah? Let me know!
This is shorter than what I usually write but it'll pick up in the next chapters. Think of this as a teaser of sorts.