summary: Humanstuck, schoolstuck. Karkat has stickle cell disease, which is why he's constantly in such a bad mood. How does his friends react when they find out?
'Gamzee! Where the fuck are you?!' Karkat was standing in the busy school hallway. He was dressed in his usual long grey top and black jeans, hair more fluffy than messy. His head was sweeping from side to side to look for his friend, and jumped when he was tapped on the shoulder.
'Karbro, you ok? I'm right here.' Gamzee spoke languidly but despite his appearance of messy black mane of hair, loose grey shirt and of all things grey, purple spotted pyjama bottoms, Gamzee was not lazy, he just didn't care what others thought about his look.
'No I'm not bloody ok! Do I look fucking ok?! My vision has packed up again! I better not be going fucking blind!'
'Chill, we just need to get you to sit down, it's all ok. Where's your injection?'
'I don't want that fucking thing in my arm!'