Waking up in cold sweat Karkat Vantas turns towards his matesprit, John Egbert. Panting he forces himself to steady his breathing. Sliding out of bed he looks at the time. It was 2:30 in the morning. He groans and heads to the bathroom shaking slightly. He turns on the cold water and splashes his face. But it doesn't help get rid of those horrifying images.
He resorts to curling up into a ball on the floor, crying softly. The red tinted tears roll off his face to the floor, staining it red.
About an hour passes by and John wakes. He shuffles over drowsily to the bathroom to find Karkat curled up in a ball on the floor, crying. He is immediately wide awake; kneeling by him he gently rubs Karkat's shoulder. The troll looks up at John, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Hey Kitkat," He whispers in a gentle voice. "What's wrong?" His eyes widen, and then more tears roll down his cheeks.
"So much blood….." His voice trails off into a whimper. John's eyes widen in surprise, but then forces himself not to show shock. "What happened? Did you have a nightmare?" The scared troll nods. John smiles, and gives Karkat a gentle kiss to the cheek. "Its ok, I'm here."
John then scooped Karkat up into his arms and carried him back to bed. Laying him down gently and then climbed in next to him. Hugging him close. The troll then protests shakily. "B-But what if I have another nightmare…?" Karkat looked up at John with wide scared eyes. "Ssh. Its ok if you get scared just wake me up. Ok Kitkat?" He looked at him with soft eyes. Karkat then nodded and drifted off to sleep. He didn't have anymore nightmares that night.