Can we get more of the Host being actually blind and needing help from others? Maybe he can't speak for some reason. Can be angsty if you like.
(I’m gonna combine this with the laryngitis one because they seem to go perfect together)
When Mark gets sick, it doesn’t usually affect his egos, and in the rare occasion that it does, it only affects a few of them. So when Mark comes back from a convention, dark shadows under his eyes and throat so rough his voice is practically gone, they cross their fingers in hopes that they won’t be the one afflicted with his illness.
They’re a little surprised when Bim, the one who usually gets sick, doesn’t show up the next day coughing and miserable, but they assume that means no one’s going to get sick this time. That is until Dr. Iplier shows up, Host in tow with a frown pulling on the corner of his lips.
Wilford’s eyebrows crawl toward his hairline, something between amusement and concern flickering in his eyes. The Host rarely let anyone guide him and usually only lets Dr. Iplier do so when they’re on their own. He can’t think of a good reason as to why the Host wouldn’t navigate himself, unless he couldn’t speak, but he can’t thin-
He remembers Mark coming back from the convention, expression pained and voice strained and hoarse, suffering from a mild cough and complaining of laryngitis. He winces in sympathy as Dr. Iplier leads the Host to his seat next to Dark (the two of them shooting each other acidic glares over the Host’s head), before taking his own seat next to the Host. He seems more alert during this meeting, more tense, tilting his head to follow the direction of the voice of whoever’s speaking and jumping when Dark raises his voice to be heard over the chatter. His brows furrow in irritation when the room explodes in the customary disagreement.
Eventually, the meeting is dismissed when Google somehow manages to goad Bim into a fight, despite the best efforts of Ed Edgar (who was sat between them to avoid this situation in the first place) to stop them. They go their separate ways, Bim’s control of his powers weak due to his anger, and Wilford shoots a message to the Jims to pick him up.
He drifts over to where Dr. Iplier is trying to convince the Host to take his arm without much success.
“I know this building, I’ll be able to navigate it without assistance. You can take my arm once we leave”, the Host insists through a mild coughing fit, voice soft and raspy.
Dr. Iplier frowns, teeth worrying on his bottom lip.
“I’d feel better if you had you cane”, he sighs, and both the Host and Wilford wince, vague memories of throwing the damn thing off a bridge through a drunken haze (back before Mark forbade them from drinking alcohol) flashing in their minds.
The Host takes Dr. Iplier’s hand and intertwines their arms, much to the doctor’s pleasure. And as they walk out, Wilford is hit with the strange realization that the Host is really really blind. He literally has no eyes, can’t actually see the things he describes no matter how much details he puts in them. Wilford curses himself for still seeing him as the Author, who’s sharp brown eyes never missed anything, even after accepting, reluctantly, that the Author was gone.