A/N - and he's doing okay...?

Silver groans as he starts to come round. A worried voice sounds from beside him.

"Are you okay?"

He stretches his neck a little. He feels like he's been running a marathon but otherwise he isn't bleeding, he isn't in any major pain. That's gotta be a personal best.

"Sure." he mumbles.

-pomf-

A large soft object smacks Silver in the face, and as he opens his eyes, he's met with the vision of an angry Bim, wielding the pillow that just hit Silver in the face.

"You colossal idiot! You-you-" he raises the pillow to bring it down on Silver again. Silver is just able to raise his arms to protect himself, the pillow -pomf-ing against him with a bit more force before drawing back up. "What in the hell were you thinking!"

The pillow comes down again but this time Silver grabs at it and tears it from Bim's hands before tossing it over the other side of the bed where Bim can't get it. As he does so, Silver sees the bed beside him. In it the Jims are asleep, one under the sheets looking a little sickly, the other on top with an arm curled protectively around his brother.

When he turns back, Bim has got his hands on another pillow and has it raised above his head, ready to bring it down.

"I was thinking I'm stronger than Jim." Silver's throat is sore, his voice raspy. "That I should-" The pillow comes down again and cuts him off.

-pomf-

"Wrong! The right answer is you weren't thinking!"

It takes a few tries but the second pillow follows after the first and Bim, now seemingly without any more ammo, slumps into a seat, crossing his arms and mumbling something about Silver being a dumbass. Silver closes his eyes and sighs.

"Is Jim okay?" he asks.

"He's fine. Dr Iplier says he just needs rest." The effects of possession is hardly something the doc is familiar with, but physically there's very little that the doc can do. The most he can do is prescribe bedrest and minimal adventure-having and just watch him for any signs of things getting worse.

"And Jim?"

"Barely left his side." Barely let him go, almost constantly holding onto his brother as though Jim might suddenly disappear if left alone even for a second. "How much do you remember?"

"Most of it." There's a few moments where things were a bit blurred. Where Silver wasn't sure where he ended, and the thing inside his head began, but those are points he can easily gloss over if anyone asks.

They're sat in silence for a few moments before Bim speaks up. "You should go and talk to Wilford."

Silver chuckles, stopping when he sees the stern look on Bim's face. Apparently, he isn't joking. "I can't do that."

"You clearly want to talk to him. And after what happened, he's worried about you. You go talk to him, what's the worst that could happen?"

"He could be as bad as Dark." Silver mutters.

Bim snorts and starts to laugh. Silver peeks open an eye and glances across to him. A moment or two passes before Bim is able to stop laughing enough that he can manage to speak. "You really haven't met Wilford have you?"

"…is that not the conversation we're having here?"

"Tobi." Silver turns to look at Bim who's smiling and looking a darn sight calmer than he was when the hero first woke up.

"Yeah?"

"You're going to see Wilford."