It's been nearly three months since Karkat had been shot. The media was finally sick of covering the story and had moved onto some murder story that happened in the state. The police had finally let Dave out of prison and no longer considered him a suspect of the shooting. Dave now spent most of his time sitting next to Karkat's bed, most of the time he was in tears. "What did you mean by you knew you'd take a bullet for me? And why Karkat? My life's not worth yours," Dave asked as he sobbed quietly, leaning forward and resting his head next to Karkat's side. Normally Dave would be happy that Karkat was at least alive, but not in this case. He had been informed by the doctors that there was a 90% chance that Karkat wasn't going to wake up. These words echoed in Dave's head over and over, making him feel worse and worse. He should have done something. He should have walked Karkat home. He should have offered for Karkat to come inside. Anything that would have changed the troll's fate. Dave was still crying when his sister, Rose, and her fiancé, Kanaya, walked into the hospital room to check on him. Dave normally would have stopped crying in the presence of his sister, but he just couldn't think of anything other then the troll that laid in the hospital bed. Rose knelt down next to Dave, pulling him into a tender hug. "I am so sorry Dave. I can't even begin to fathom the pain that you must be feeling. I would have broke in your situation. Just hang in there Dave. You know Karkat better then anyone. You know he's to stubborn and bull headed to let something like this be what takes him. He'll wake up. I'm almost positive about it Dave. Dave looked at his sister, tears pouring from under his shades that he wore. "God I hope you're right Rose. I really hope that he'll wake up. I'm nothing without him!" He said through sobs as he broke down in the hospital room again.