Chapter Three
"David Elizabeth Strider where da hell have you been?" You leave the room so you don't wake up Karkat, "I… I'm with Karkat." The dial tone rings and you wince. You feel bad so you walk into the bathroom and make a gash across your arm, not very deep. You're too tired to clean it up so you shitily wrap your arm up and walk out when the doorbell rings. You limp down, moving in these conditions is hard for you, and open the door. Your Bro just storms in, not asking to even come inside. "Stop. Now." You say as you glare up at him. "I know, Dave. I know." He grabs you and your glaze reflexively falls onto the ground. Bro picks you up after grabbing a box, due to blood lose, you seem to be having a bit of trouble focusing. He sits you in his lap as he starts cleaning the abuse and neglect your body has to push through. He unwraps your arm as you start zoning out. Oh. Oh. Your arm is bare. Oh. Oh no. Boss fight, you think of the Megalovania music and remember how much you love two shitty fonts. "Dave."