A/N: Hey guys. A new chapter! I give my thanks to SlytherinSoul14, beautifulxXxpeople, HungerTheives, B3N-DR0WN3D, black-blade98, AidaMae, and greatgooglymoogly88.
Gamzee runs up his friend's driveway, yelling for his bro to hurry up. He knocks on the door, impatient.
"Karkat! Motherfucker, hurry up!"
Karkat was one of the few on Trollian that Gamzee knows in person. At school it was Karkat, Eridan, Sollux, and Kanaya who Gamzee talked to. They all had Trollian accounts, too.
The door opens and an angry teen with curly, dark brown hair marches out, cussing at Gamzee for being 'fucking annoying'.
Gamzee follows the bitching Karkat, slamming the car door shut and trying to ignore his friend as he turns on the engine. Karkat has short, curly hair and light brown eyes and today he'd wearing a dark grey sweater and black winter coat. He refuses to wear scarfs unless the snow is actually falling, not when it just naps on the ground.
"Take a left, here!" Karkat orders, pointing to a bright green building. Gamzee takes a sharp turn and drives over the curb and into the parking lot, but he doesn't stop there. He parks in the hospital's front garden, forcing to laugh at Karkat's expression. " Holy shitfuck, Gamzee! Die in a crash on your own time!"
"Come on," Gamzee says, hopping out of his car and heading towards the hospital.
"I'll talk to the pompous buttfuck at the desk," Karkat orders, hurriedly walking to talk to the man sitting at the front desk with a Playboy magazine In his hands.
Gamzee looks around the waiting room. There are two light blue love seats, multiple turquoise colored chairs, a TV in three of the corners of the room, and a poster that reads 'Free Wi-Fi'. Seeing the poster, Gamzee pulls his phone out and connects to the hospital's Wi-Fi.
His phone automatically logs in to his Trollian account and he looks at his messages. He's got two; one from Kanaya and one from adiosToreador. Gamzee takes a deep shaky breath and clicks on adiosToreador's message.
"Fuck you! No! I'm trying to visit a fuckin' friend! Let me go, you lemurturdass!" Gamzee's head snaps up o see the man from the desk and a few security guards leading Karkat out of the hospital. Gamzee sighs, starting approach the guards, not able to read the message from AT. He stops when he feels a tap on his shoulder.
"Huh? Oh, hey, sis!" Gamzee smiles, seeing a very annoyed Kanaya.
"What did he do this time?"
Gamzee shrugs, "I don't motherfucking know. He said he was going to up and ask for adiosToreador."
"You still don't know his name," Kanaya observes. She smiles and grabs Gamzee's hand, leading him to the hospital room. "His brother's in there at the moment, but you can visit afterwards."
Nodding, Gamzee peaks into the room. There's a small boy laying in a bed; his chocolate browns hair falling into his barely open caramel eyes. Gamzee's heart beats faster and he works to push down the urge to run into the room and hug the boy.
"Hey. You Gamzee?" A taller, stronger version of adiosToreador is standing at the doorway. His hair isn't shaved, but spiked and dyed red and he looks a lot more confident than the teenager in the bed.
"Yeah, that's me." Gamzee sticks his hand out, shaking the older boy's hand.
"I'm Rufioh; Tav's older brother. Nice to meet'cha."
"Tav?"
Rufioh chuckles, "Yeah. Tavros is his name." He looks as though this should be obvious.
"Oh. Tavros. Can I up and motherfuckin' see him, now?"
"Go for it. He just woke up about an hour ago."
Gamzee nods and walks into the room, not noticing Rufioh close the door behind him. Gamzee walks over to the bed and pulls up a chair.
"H-hi," Tavros looks away while he speaks. Gamzee stares at his friend, speechless. He's finally meeting him. "Uh…"
"Hey, bro." Gamzee's voice is an octave higher than usual, and wavers when he says 'bro'. Tavros looks over his shoulder and smiles shyly at his visitor.
"Are you, uh, d-disappointed?"
"What? Why would I be motherfucking disappointed?"
"Well, uh. I mean, um, w-weren't you expecting s-someone, uh, dif-differen-, uh, better?"
"Nah, bro. You're perfect."
Tavros blushes at this, "Uh, th-thank you. But… I, uh, I mean. Um…" The teen starts to cry, "I… Darn it. I'm s-s-sorry."
"Huh? What's motherfuckin' wrong?"
"D-did you, uh, get my m-message? On Trollian?"
"No. I was about to read it when I was in the motherfucking lobby. It's still up on my phone." Gamzee pulls out his phone again and unlocks the screen.
AT: uH, hI gAMZEE,,, i NEED TO TELL YOU THAT THIS ISN'T YOUR FAULT. yOU'RE ALWAYS THERE FOR ME AND, uH, wELL, tHANKYOU,,, i'LL PROBABLY NEVER GET TO MEET YOU, sO, uH, mY NAME IS tAVROS nITRAM AND I'M SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. i'M PARALYZED BECAUSE A FRIEND OF MINE ACCIDENTALLY PUSHED ME IN THE STREET WHEN i WAS LITTLE,,, pLEASE COME TO MY FUNERAL. iT WOULD MEAN A LOT TO ME,,,
Gamzee locks his phone and looks at his crying friend. Tavros covers his face with his hands. Even though he's crying and lying in a hospital bed, he no longer looks quite as weak as he did at first to Gamzee.
"You got a wheel chair?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Cool. Can't wait to ride down those motherfuckin' hills with you," Gamzee cracks a joke and scoots forward, eager to talk to his new, but at the same time old, friend.
A/N: Rufioh and Karkat, everybodeh~! Thanks for reading; comment and follow. New chapter= 4 reviews.