I am so sorry for taking this long to update! I know this will only sound like an excuse, but - this story was based off a roleplay that a significant other and I shared, and when our relationship ended rather unhappily, it was very hard for me to even look at this story. I know, it makes me sound like an over-dramatic drama queen, but it's all I have to offer you.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short (too short) chapter.
(Can I even call something this short a chapter? It's as small as a four-pound-dog shit.)
BE THE TROLL WITH THE BRUISE
You are now the troll with the bruise. You had planned on telling your friend to fuck off, but when he told you he was worried about you…well, that wasn't something Karkat said often. He deserved a little award for that.
You sigh heavily.
"Fine, come in. The door'2 unlocked."
You hear the soft click of the knob being turned in reply, footsteps, and then the creaking of the small troll sitting on the edge of your bed.
"Sollux, please tell me what's going on. I know I don't always act like it, but I do care."
Woah. Who the fuck are you and what have you done with the real Karkat?
You resist the urge to say this, not wanting to spoil this historical moment of Karkat not being a dick.
You sigh. He was actually being nice to you. If he cared this much…well, you might as well tell him. What could it hurt?
You stare up at the ceiling for a few moments in silence, before finally answering him.
"You really want to know? Fine."
You sit up slowly, wincing, and pull off your shirt. Hidden beneath the heavy cloth had been a large collage of bruises, some new, some old. They littered your pale skin, going down the length of your long arms, going all the way up your narrow back, and some were even places on your breast, and even your neck.
You knew that at that moment, you were not a pretty sight.
"Are you 2ati2fied?" You ask.
Karkat's eyes are wide.
"Sol, what the fuck happened..?" He asks. You laugh bitterly in response.
"It'2 alway2 fun when 2omeone get2 bullied." You stretch and wince. "Fuck…"
Wow, it'd been awhile since you'd seen Karkat look that pissed off.
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me? Whose ass do I need to fucking kick?"
You sigh.
"Nobody'2 for now. I need your help to treat the bleeding welt2 on my back."
He mumbles angrily, but then takes a deep breath and calms down.
"Alright. I'll be right back."
He gets off the bed and leaves the room, only to return a few minutes later with a wash cloth and a small medical kit.
Where the fuck did he get the medical kit from?
Who the fuck cares?
"Turn around so I can get to your back."
You comply with his request, slowly rotating your stiff body so that your back faces him.
"I'm going to apply pressure to your wounds using the rag. It may hurt a little, but I need to stop the bleeding."
You brace yourself. Even though you know he's only gently applying pressure, it stings like a bitch. You inhale and wince.
"It hurt2..."
"I know. Just bare with it for a little while."
Even though it felt like torture, Karkat stopped all the bleeding, and minutes later your wounds are cleaned and dressed in bandages.
"Alright, now just take these two pills. It'll help with the pain." He hands over two small white pills, along with a glass of water. You take them gratefully, downing them in seconds.
You felt so relaxed. It had been a long time since somebody had taken care of you like this, and in all honesty, it felt good. You lean against his small frame, putting your full body weight against him.
"I hope it doe2n't happen again tomorrow." You find yourself thinking out loud. You feel small arms reach around you and hug you reassuringly.
"It's not going to happen, and I'll make sure of that. I promise."
Perhaps this even made a small-dog shit look large. Yes, I am aware that this is much too short, especially considering how long it's been since I've last posted. However, I give you my word that I will post again within the next few days. I promise.
I promissssssssssse...
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I'm a sssssssnake lord.
