Hey there, this is my first Homestuck fanfiction, but I have the whole story mapped out so you can feel safe about me keeping up with it. I do go to school, but I think I'll update often. If you like you can review, I take criticism well as long as it's not baseless bashing. So Please read and relax.

Sometimes I Hate It

Glass shattered across the pavement was the first thing he saw when his eyes opened again. The clear, green crystals glittering harshly against his far-away eyes; pushing against the darkness he felt all around him. His head turned involuntarily upward but then fell the short few centimeters it had risen, as an intense pain shot down his neck down paralyzing him. All at once awareness possessed him violently, the muffled drone of sirens and crushing metals made his already shaking perception spin. He felt his flesh raw against the pavement and his leg was a raging forest fire, his heart started to beat faster but his mind was too disoriented to let him fully hyperventilate; which he may or may not been thankful for, he couldn't form thoughts or feelings cohesively enough to know. He tried to connect things, little things, like the ambience around him or that he was on a road; the facts made it easier to think straight. He had been in the car. His body soaring, he remembers seeing the sky and then the black river he fell into, his breathing picked up again. He felt something warm press against his face with ooze that felt like a sheet of fabric being slowly pulled from under him, he didn't understand the sensation until he saw it. Red leaked into his field of vision, sticking to his arm that he now saw had been laying outward as he was on his side, a small portion flooding the bottom of his glasses. 'Am I going to die?' thought the boy, he was able to form that thought more clearly than any other he'd had before.

Suddenly his eyes picked up movement, again involuntarily, just a few feet from him he recognized a person. Another person, lying on their back facing him, the glaze in his eyes seemed to fall away just as the other boy became cognizable to him as well. He saw a grotesque amount of blood covering this boy's face, matting his black, messy hair in a way that looked too dramatic, it reminded him of an action movie; adding to the surreal feel. The panic on the blood-splattered face infected the boy across from him, realizing he might look even worse than the male dominating his vision. Fear returning, a small guttural noise chocked the boy and he vaguely tasted metal. Without much reasoning other than pure instinctual need and craving the boy stretch his staining arm toward the matted-hair boy, long white fingers strained outward. In a moment of mutual human understanding those long white fingers where grasped weakly by an upturned palm wrapping around them. Through his cracked glasses he saw the look of fear and mortality that he was sure he must mirroring. A sense of finality flooded through him, with a sort of calm underwhelming his previous psyche's concern. The brown eyes of the stranger helped him feel a focused detachment from the sense of the impending looming over him. Abruptly the brown eyed boy's broke away to something above him. Before he could mourn the lost connection he saw the sky falling onto him again, he felt himself lift off. Tunnel vision sought its' vengeance and all the droning noises fell away to the ground he had left behind. He saw doors open and wished he could scream as he was slid into the darkness.

"How are you feeling?" a female voice cooed. Somehow John knew it wasn't for him but he moaned to sound. Willing his eye to the front his face feeling like they were buried deep behind his brain, he pushed groaning again. "Oh you're up. I'll be right back, I'm going to get the doctor," She said slowly but walked briskly out the room as John's eyes finally focused as she closed the door behind her. His eyes moved slowly and he came to the realization of being in a hospital room. He was alive.

Just as clarity was reaching and his mind started singing things rapidly at his senses, a voice sounded at his left side. "I said Hey asshole!" A disgruntled face spat weakly. John realized it had been the blood caked boy from before, but now his light brown skin was clean except for a white bandage resting over his eyebrow and cheek. "You alright, your brain function?" He asked quickly, "You're not going to veg out on me again right?" John, not knowing what to say, blinked and wheezed harshly as he tried to turn on his side to face the other. He laid back hissing at the pain in his torso, and the tug at the IV in his arm, as well as the tube in his nose.

"Where," He started even though he knew it was a hospital. "How long was I out?" The other huffed and John turned his face back to him, musing how dry his throat was.

"Two days. I think, I just stopped passing out for the best of this morning," He sounded, impatient and irritated. "If you are gonna get yourself thrown into a room with a guy, the least you could do is wake up and keep him occupied from that goddamn incessant beeping and the huffing chortle you probably think is snoring!" John laughed at the stranger's ridiculous sense of entitlement versus physical capability. "Don't you dare laugh, with your hand-holding fuck factory they thought we were best-fucking-frolic-through-a-field-of-happy-bullshit-ass-flowers-friends and shoved me into this room with your windy ass, instead of giving me my own room!" The brown-eyed boy finished somehow even gruffer than before.

"Wow, sorry. You're pretty funny" John laughed again but it hurt somewhat so he relaxed into a goofy smile, his slight overbite resting on his lip. "What's your name?" Preemptively avoiding the clear reluctance of the other as he opened his mouth to retort, he continued "If you tell me, I'll try not to breathe so loud and stay awake."

"Karkat Vantas," He said as his lips pursed as he fidgeted, and John wondered if it was from not getting to huff and puff at him a bit more. A few seconds later and a woman walked in, sporting a doctor's typical garb.

"Hi John, I'm Doctor Elise and I'm going to be helping you recover okay?" John smiled and nodded at the red-headed woman, he felt apprehensive to what he might hear. She carefully began inspecting him, closing the curtain when she lifted his robe. John blushed but then frowned when he saw tight pulling sutures up his torso, from pectoral to hip, skewing the side of his belly button."Now you were in an accident Monday, and you got pretty dinged up. You have some injuries to the skin on your left side but they're just some cuts and bruising, what we were concerned about is the trauma to your abdomen and chest, there was a bit of tearing. You were cut pretty deep with glass and your stomach lining tore on the way over. We had to give you a lot stitches. You have about fifty-six in all, but most of them are inside to hold your muscle together; so it's going to be very important that you rest and try not to move around okay. We are going to keep a close eye on you and make sure that your insides heal right and weren't damaged too much. So if you start feeling a lot of pain, start vomiting, feel dizzy, or faint let the staff know so we can make sure your body stays stable. Even if it's something small, if you feel concerned let us know. We had to give you a slight skin graft to your right leg, but it's going to look a little different so don't be scared. Honestly you were very lucky, if the accident had happened farther away or if you had fallen just a bit differently you might not have made it." She had sat next to John, looking him in the eye and speaking slow, but softly. "We have you on a feeding tube right now and in a few days if it looks like you're doing better we'll put you on liquids. You're going to be here a while but if you need anything or have any questions, my staff and I will be a button away. Do you understand that John?" He nodded looking down, absorbing the sobering facts. Karkat had been looking intently until the curtain was pulled, and when she had finished, sure enough he was staring with a scowl on his face. Then a thought hit him.

"Where is my dad?" John felt a chill, remembering who had been driving and held his breath, realizing he wasn't presently in the room. The woman put her hand on his and leaned in a bit with a careful smile making John almost flinch at her touch.

"He's okay John, he's in the next room over resting. He's with your step-mother. She's okay too. Your sister went out to grab some clothes and things for you all. Now all you need to focus on is getting better, you got the worst of it," John exhaled and his chest burned as it flattened, still relief washed over him and he found his head in his pillow, blue eyes closed. "I think you're going to be just fine, John and hey at least you still have someone you know to keep you company, the accident you were in was a large pile up, so we are kind of backed up," She smiled again. John frowned but then smiled.

"Yeah we are best friends; in fact we're practically family!" John said enthusiastically, turning toward the mix of shock and anger that was on Karkat's gapping face. Yet another successful prank by John Egbert.

"Well, that's good to hear. I have to go for now John, but I'll be back soon to check on you more thoroughly. If you need anything at all buzz." The woman stood and left the room, Karkat glowered with rage.

"You fuck," He said but John just laughed again, as a cart was wheeled in with water for John and food for Karkat.

"What's a matter best friend?" John said has the nurse help him sit up to drink, he lost his ever evasive smile as the tight pains seethed worse than his roommate. He sputtered a bit feeling pathetic as the nurse rubbed his back. The smell of Karkat's food wafted his nose, but he wasn't hungry with the heaviness that lay over him. He soon laid back and began to crave the soothing of sleep.

"It wouldn't be wise to piss off your roommate idiot, especially since I'll recover faster than you," Karkat said threateningly, pulling John from the lulls he felt around him.

"Don't worry Karkat, I'm a great friend you'll see," John said shutting his eyes.

"You say as you fucking fall asleep again!" Karkat grunted in a whisper, staring at the ceiling.