Foggy Minded (And Why Are These Lights So Bright?)

by story_dragon_27

Summary:

Triangle gets wacked across the head. Monkey and Ghidorah do their best.

Notes:

Ack! I had a lot of fun writing this one; no I will NOT be publishing Whumptober in order. I love this show, if you haven't heard of it, look it up on Youtube, it's a fun watch! Anyways, enjoy the fic!

Chapter 1

*CRACK*

Fingers wave in front of Godzilla’s face when he comes to, and Goji briefly considers biting them before deciding it’s not worth the effort. His head feels like it’s been impaled on a stake, and he is all too aware of the sensation of warm blood dripping down the back of his skull and onto the gritty, burning hot sand beneath it.

“M’nky,” he acknowledges with annoyance.

“No, fingers,” corrects Monkey from above him, obnoxiously loud to Goji’s ringing ears. “Count them.”

Godzilla squinted at the fingers in front of his nose. Monkey, aggravatingly, keeps waving them around, so the number keeps changing. “F’r,” he guesses.

Monkey shakes his head, which kind of feels like watching a kaleidoscope. Godzilla closes his eyes. Kaleidoscopes suck. “Nope. Definitely not. You’re concussed, congratulations.”

“H’ray,” Goji says flatly.

“Hey, no closing your eyes,” orders Ghidorah sharply from somewhere to his left. Godzilla reluctantly opens them again, only to get stabbed in the eyeballs by violent shards of light, which send lightning bolts of pain through the back of his head.

“Cn’ee turn off t’lights?”

Monkey almost sounds worried when he responds. “That’s the sun, Triangle.”

“Oh.”

“Can you get up?” asks Ni anxiously. Godzilla huffs.

Me? Not being able to get back up? Ha. He takes a moment to figure out the best way to get up without moving his head too much, then manages to get off his back into a half seated position, and Monkey offers a hand. Goji takes it, and Monkey hauls him up the rest of the way, thankfully slowly enough for him to get his bearings and not fall down.

He sways a bit on his feet, and Ghidorah and Monkey both watch him nervously for a second. He gives them each a pointed glare.

I’m literally fine. I’ve taken worse hits. Ghidorah for sure knew that, and Monkey should by now, too.

Ghidorah must read the expression on his face, because they smooth their own out and flick their wings. “Alright. Shall we leave?”

Goji grabs the Router. And surprise, surprise, it’s dead. Godzilla sighs.

“Out of battery?”

He makes an affirming noise, and both Monkey and Ghidorah groan in exasperation.

“When will you learn to turn it off?” accuses Monkey. He has a feeling there’s an expected response to that, but he can’t for the life of him figure out what it is. Instead, he shakes his head at his friend, regretting it almost instantly when he sees stars and stumbles forward. The world pitches sideways and Monkey finally complies with turning off the lights.

“-right about now,” Godzilla catches the tail end of the sentence when he opens his eyes again. His left arm is slung over Monkey’s shoulder, and he’s upright. His chin and elbows are bruised, and Goji has a hazy memory of falling.

“Stop passing out,” orders Monkey, lightly jabbing his side with the hand that isn’t supporting Goji’s back. It really shouldn’t hurt, but everything feels so amplified right now it’s hard not to wince a little.

“Al’ight,” Godzilla says amiably. Everything hurts. Monkey stiffens against his side, and Godzilla realizes he’s probably been half carrying him. Some instinct tells him he should shove him away and stand on his own, to not be so weak and rely on Monkey, but with how dizzy he is, he doesn’t like the odds of doing that.

“We left you two alone for five minutes, what happened to you guys, anyways?” Ichi questions, and Godzilla squints at him.

“Good question! Tell him what happened, Triangle,” Monkey says with a jaded smile, and Godzilla feels like he should know that he’s being accused of something and should probably be offended.

“I don’t rm’mber.”

“That explains a lot,” mutters Monkey.

“S’ry. I can’t think straight.” He’s not really sure what the apology is for, but it feels like the right thing to say.

“That’s fine,” assures Ni quickly. Or Goji thinks it might be Ni. Just looking at the two-headed dragon is making his head spin again, so instead he lowers it to the ground to look at the sharp red rocks under their feet instead.

Fingers snap in front of his snout, and Godzilla jerks his head back up. Too fast, and the lights switch out again as his head sends shockwaves of pain throughout his entire body.

The world refocuses in shades of far too bright yellows and blues and reds and oranges, with the bright heat of the sun above pounding on his scales. “I told you to stop passing out,” growls Monkey with a mock-scolding tone.

“What?” Goji thinks he would be able to recall that if it happened.

“Do you remember our conversation from earlier?” asks Monkey, and he thought back for a moment.

“No.”

Why is my head bleeding?

“Oh. Okay. Okay, that’s fine,” Monkey says determinedly. “Well, to recap you’re severely concussed and you’re not allowed to pass out because you could be bleeding out into your brain.”

“Pr’ty sure there’s ways t’check th’t.”

“You don’t have pupils we can shine lights at, idiot,” reminds Monkey.

“Th’s non’ow th’t works.” Goji rolls his eyes, and wow, yeah, that was a bad idea. He bites his tongue and tries to let the wave of nausea pass. Everything touching him is overwhelming and really, really not helping with that part.

“Cn’ou semme down?” he asks, and Monkey hesitates a second before gently propping him up against a surface that’s really hot and scratches his spines. Godzilla’s pretty sure it’s a boulder, maybe.

Monkey sits next to him. “Better?”

“Nt’really,” Godzilla admits, what feels like bullets shooting through his head as he speaks. “Dr’gon?”

“Going to recharge the Router so we can go somewhere else,” Monkey answers. “We really need to get you somewhere you can recover; that blow really took a lot out of you.”

Some part of Goji urges him to challenge Monkey, to prove that he’s not weak and some stupid head injury couldn’t stop him from beating him in a fight. The other part is just too tired to verbalize it, so he just leans his aching head back against the boulder and ignores the first part.

He’s probably proving Monkey’s point, now that he’s thinking about it.

Monkey shakes his shoulder none too gently. “Triangle. I feel like we shouldn’t have to have to have this conversation four times.”

“‘M not sleeping,” Godzilla says defensively. Even if he had been on the verge of doing so, it wasn’t like there was any way Monkey could prove that.

Monkey makes a scoffing noise. “I’m sure. How’s the head?”

Godzilla gives him a deadpan look.

“Geez. I was just asking.”

Goji reached his hand to feel along the edge of the mass of pain and almost finches when he brushes against the side and sends ripples of pain through it. His hand comes away bloody.

“Yeah. We’d wrap it, only…”

“We don’ hava firs’aid kit.”

Monkey nodded and tossed a rock across the grainy sand and stones that stretched over the desert. Godzilla thinks about how much he’d like to curl up and sleep for a thousand years. Preferably somewhere dark and cool and underground.

“Wanna play rock, paper, scissors?”

That can’t hurt anything.

As it turns out, eye-hand coordination and focusing on the countdown is unbelievably and excruciatingly hard. Tic-tac-toe in the sand also fails on account of Godzilla’s shaky hands messing up the board. By the end of the hour, they give up on anything involving focus and throw rocks as far as they can. Goji is convinced Monkey is biased and Monkey keeps claiming that Godzilla’s concussion is messing with his depth perception, which he can’t argue with, because that’s probably true.

Monkey is definitely cheating, though.

Ghidorah gets back after another half-hour passes, and then they go through the portal somewhere else. It’s dark there, which Godzilla appreciates like a glass of lemonade on a swelteringly hot day. Unfortunately, both Monkey and Ghidorah are still obstinate about letting him sleep. Ghidorah wraps his head and tells him not to bump it again, and Monkey keeps pinching him maddeningly every time he closes his eyes for more than five seconds. Finally, however, Ghidorah whispers to him that sleep is fine, and Goji sinks into the dark depths of sleep like a stone in a lake.

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“How’d I end up like this?” gripes Kong, legs pinned by Triangle’s bulk. The stupidly heavy reptile refuses to wake up or budge an inch.

The middle head gave him an unsympathetic look. “You’re the one who kept pinching him, and he told you he’d do it. This is completely on you.” Kong tries waking his friend up one more time before giving up on it completely.

“Guess we’re stuck here, then.”

“Correction: you’re stuck here. We’re going to find food.”

“Wait, wait-”

“Can’t hear you~”

“WAIT!”

“Bye!”

Chapter 2: Fanart from Mothzi!

Summary:

This is the fanart from this fic by Mothzi!

Notes:

Link to Mothzi's Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mothzi/pseuds/Mothzi

Link to Mothzi’s Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/themothzi

Notes:

Hope you guys enjoyed!

Addressing the medical inaccuracies, I actually ended up doing a lot of research... and promptly ignoring it when it didn't meet my needs for this fic. So anyways, if your friends pupils are two different sizes, please take them to a medical care provider. Two different sized pupils is bad. Also, if your friend has sustained a head injury and is continually passing out, this is NOT NORMAL. Again, they need medical care. It is also a myth for keeping someone with a concussion up for 24 hours- of your medical care provider gives the all clear, it actually helps a lot to sleep. Stay safe out there!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Random Triangle vs Monkey One-Shots
• Part 2 of Cinders’ Triangle vs Monkey Stuff