"Why do you keep doing this to yourself?" Sollux asked as he barged into Karkat's room, starting to to throw the multitude of empty energy drink cans on Karkat's desk into a trash bag he was holding. After a few moments he looked over to where his friend was sitting on his bed, staring at him questioningly. He looked pale, almost sickly, and his eyes were a bit sunken in. He had his laptop sitting on the bed in front of him, the light from which cast a slight blue glow on his cheek.
"Are you going to answer me, or are you just going to watch me while I get some of this shit out of your room?" He spat at him with a slight lisp as he went back to filling the bag with cans, clearly becoming frustrated.
"What do you want me to say? I don't even know what you're talking about." He stated quietly, slowly turning back to his computer.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You keep trapping yourself in your room and not talking to anyone. It's been almost a month since any of us heard from you!" He snapped, throwing the bag down and crossing his arms, glaring at him.
"Well, it's not like any of you want to talk to me. You all just think I'm some clueless child!" He retorted, looking up at him with a frown. Soon after he said that, he slid out of bed and gently grabbed the other by the shoulder, escorting him out of the room. Once his friend was in the hallway, he shut and locked the door before heading back to his bed.
Sollux stood outside his door, staring at it for a moment before trying to open it. Once he figured out it was locked, he knocked on the door, but didn't receive an answer. He silently leaned forward and rested his forehead on the door, staying that way until he heard quiet crying coming from inside the smaller boy's room. It was then that he remembered that his doorknob has been broken for a few years, and after a hard turn to the left, it opened.
He squinted around the room as the light from the hallway flooded the previously pitched-dark area. He took a few steps forward, trying to find his friend in the room, accidentally kicking him in the process. He blinked down at him, curious as to when and how he got on the floor. He knelt beside him and gingerly rubbed his shoulder. Karkat was shaking under his hand, but it wasn't because he was crying; only a few stray tears remained on his face. He was slightly paler than before, and now that he was up close and able to touch him, he noticed he was thinner than what was probably healthy.
In that moment, Sollux became frozen with fear. He started at him, his heart pounding in his ears. There was a lump in his throat he couldn't swallow down. The boy he was holding onto coughed, making him jump. It sounded so painful, and he sounded so weak. He pulled the shaking boy into his arms and turned him over so that he could see his face. Karkat's hair looked scruffier and the bags under his eyes were darker than usual, and he just looked so sick.
The taller boy stood up, keeping the other in his arms as he did. This is wrong, he thought. He's too light. With that thought came a wave of panic, and before he knew it he was buckling Karkat into the passenger's seat of his car. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins; he could feel hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes by the time he slid behind the wheel. He and Karkat may give each other a lot of shit and argue, but the little asshole was one of his best friends.
"Kk, you better not fucking die.." He commanded, a hint of nervousness and sorrow in his voice as he glanced over to the unconscious being next to him before pulling out of the driveway and heading for the hospital.