Someone was shaking him. He could feel the warm hands pressing in on his shoulders and the shouty, angry voice in his ear. "JOHN! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU!?" The troll shook John more violently. "WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
John fluttered his eyes open to see Karkat's flushed face. The angry troll was panting and holding John in his arms, almost like he was holding a baby. "What's wrong Karkat?" John asked as he sat up from KK's grip. Karkat got this utterly shocked look on his face, but was almost instantly replaced with annoyance. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN JOHN!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY 'WHAT'S WRONG KARKAT'!? ALMOST AS SOON AS I GET HOME I SEE MY ROOMATE PASSED OUT ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR AND YOU DON'T EXPECT ME TO FREAK THE FUCK OUT?! OH SURE I COULD HAVE IGNORED YOU IF I DIDN'T SEE THAT YOU ARE BLEEDING ALL OVER THE FUCKING FLOOR AND TWITCHING. AND ANOTHER THING-"
He stopped there and checked John's neck, it was still bleeding. Up on his feet Karkat went to the cabinet above the bathroom counter and got out a first aid kit. The gauze were in a roll tucked away in the corner of the box, Karkat took them out along with a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls. "NOW YOU'D BETTER HOLD STILL." Holding out the bottle and a cotton ball he poured some of the rubbing alcohol onto the cotton ball. John held still as Karkat dabbed at the wound, it stung as the alcohol seeped into the wound and fizzed at the blood. After a few more cotton balls Karkat wrapped John's neck with the gauze.
"THERE." Karkat said letting out a sigh. "THAT SHOULD DO IT, BUT YOU NEED TO CHANGE THE BANDAGE AND CLEAN THE WOUND TILL IT GETS BETTER." John's morail said sternly. John nodded and smiled at Karkat. "Yeah I will."
Nothing strange happened for a couple of days and life went on as usual. But one night…
[12 am Thursday July 12th]
John lay in his bed asleep, occasionally tossing and turning. His body twitched, without his knowing, John's body got out of bed.