(Sorry that this chapter is a bit shorter than of other stories I've seen. This is my first fanfiction! I enjoy reading reviews and critiques. Thx!
-Kannie)
Have your parents ever told you not to look directly at the sun, or else you'll go blind? They weren't joking.
My eyes started to sting as I stumbled back and fell down on the forest floor. What the fuck had I done? There was so much pain and I couldn't bear it; I began to scratch at my eyelids and passed out from exhaustion and trauma.
"Terezi," called a voice I could not quite recognize at the moment.
I kept hearing people talk around me. Where am I? What was even going on that got everyone's jimmys rust-
Poke
Da faq
I tried to open my eyes to whomever was fucking poking me, as I unsuccessfully did so, some spoke up.
The persons voice seemed pained as they touched my face, "Hey, leaved them closed Pyrope. And please don't cry."
Who? Oh...It was Karkat, I was crying? Someone tell me something that is of useful information!
"Wha-," I was cut off by another unfamiliar voice.
"Miss Pyrope, you were found unconscious in the woods, with cuts and bruises along your eyelids and forehead."
I thought in my head of squinting at the voice, it was a damn doctor! I'm in a fucking hospital! NOPE
I flipped out and tried to get up from an assumed patient bed, then two pairs of arms grabbed my own and kept me from leaving...
My body was restless from all the sleeping and I just stopped to hear the voices, "Please stop, we are here to help you as best as we can. From the looks of it, you've really messed up your eyelids, and then your eyes..."
My mind was everywhere; what about my eyes? All I remember is being in a great deal of pain,...? Oh its gone; they must of given me a shit ton of morphine.
I put my hands gently on what seems to be gauze around my eyes, "K-karkat..." I began to cry more than I realized and then gripped the hospital bed blanket.
A pity-like sigh came from a low voiced man, Karkles took a seat on a squeaky stool next to me and held my hand.