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Tavros groaned a little, dark hair slipping in front of his eyes. The air was crisp and cold, smelling of bittersweet alcohol and weed. Although, it always smelled like that. It was even something that he happened to find nice about the place. But as he lay on the hard cement, it had taken a sharper, colder turn.
Everything hurt.
A few labored breaths slipped out of aching lungs as the brunette continued to lay down, finally giving up trying to move from his spot. She had finally done it. He'd loved her, adored her and all she had done in his life was spit in his face, but know she had really gone and killed him, just liked she said she would all those times.
To put it in the smallest amount of words, he truly felt pathetic. A sob escaped as he clenched his fist, burying a bloody and bruised fave in the crook of an equally wounded arm.
"I tried." Is all he could manage to say, mood worsening and body wracking with hurt, both emotional and physical. "Maybe, maybe I could call for help..." He thought to himself, eyes blurring a little bit more causing him to sniffle.
Carefully, he pulled a small phone from the picket of his jeans, the bright white screen illuminating the dark place he was left in. Carefully he opened up his contacts, suddenly feeling a wave of sadness hit him.
Who would even bother? And why? He was just a kid who tried so hard to make friends, to only end up being beaten and cursed in the end. No one was there. No one cared.
Unless,
Gamzee still cared.
He thought on it a moment before scrolling down to his contact and calling him up, not knowing how he was going to explain his situation or why he was calling him at two in the morning. After he let it ring a few times, a groggy sounding Gamzee picked up.
"Sup?"
Tavros sighed a breath of relief at his voice, before wincing at a pain in his ribs.
"Hey, Gamzee I uh, I need your help man." He stuttered out, pressing a hand to his side in an attempt to keep himself from crying out.
"What're'ya needing help with" Gamzee said in a louder tone, still sounding quite asleep.
"I got in a fight and I uh, need you to come pick me up." Tavros responded. The other line went silent for a few seconds, making the brunette hold his breath in nervousness. "I uh, I know it's late and I shouldn't have-"
"No it's chill bro, but where the fuck are you." He sounded a lot more awake now, a subtle tone of worrying laced into slow words.
"Remember that uh, alley me and you and Vris use to hang out in all the time? That one." Tab responded, laying his head down on the ground and his phone next to him.
"I'll be there in ten minutes don't you fucking move." With that, Gamzee hung up, the beaten up male's phone suddenly going dark, leaving him in pitch black once again.
Tavros shifted dead legs and tried to bring his upper half up, before settling to lay down on his back. The blood that had smeared on the dirty flooring was sticking to him now, drying and cracking on his skin. It utterly disgusted Tavros, but at the moment he couldn't find a way to make it any less bearable. Soon enough he lifted on arm to cover his eyes, squeezing them shut as fresh, hot tears started to roll down his face. Maybe Karkat would come to, tell him how much of a fucking idiot he was, how much he should've more careful. Actually worry about him, and maybe he wouldn't feel as bad as he should when Karkat is being an ass.
Tires screeched to a halt, sending gravel flying a little of the end he of the road as a truck door was ripped open, then slammed shut.
The light were left on, blinding the crumpled pile of a boy laying on the dirty ground.
"Tavbro?" Gamzee called out, looking down at the shell of a man sprawled out.
"Hey Gamz." Tavros choked out in a raspy voice, trying his best to smile at his friend. Gamzee sighed slightly, two arms going to pick up the brunette as he tried to hold on.
"Who the motherfuck did you piss off?" Gamzee asked, walking back to his truck and setting him down in the passenger seat.
"Vriska." Tavros said in a bitter tone, arms wrapping around himself. The taller sighed again, starting the engine and heading back to his house.
"Don't worry bro me and Karbro are gonna help you out then you can all up and motherfuckin heal."

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The next day began to go much smoother than the prior, with minor bumps in the metophorical road. Unfortunately Tavros wheelchair wasn't at Gamzee's house, nor did he have an emergency one there. Because of this Gamzee had to help him out most of the time when getting from place to place. It was now a very slow afternoon, the juggalo making sandwiches for lunch and Tavros setting the table from his spot.
The brunette smiled over at Gamzee before fixing his sitting position and pulling out Gamzee's chair.
They ate in silence for the most part, before Tavros leaned over to kiss him on the cheek quickly, smiling still.
"Thank you uh, so much for everything. You're really my best friend." Be explained, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Gamzee smiled back before leaning over and swiftly pecking his lips.
"Any time." Tavros' face began to flush before they hugged, one platonically and one more romantically. He laughed slightly.
"What was that for?" He asked, looking up at Gamzee.
"A reason." He responded, a hand going to brush a stray hair out of Tav's face.
"Will you tell me one day?"

"You better believe it Tavvy..