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Throughout the ride in the stupid ambulance, Gamzee came to and from his unconscious state. At one point when he saw a clear pathway through the paramedics to Karkat he mumbled a statement."I have no way to pay for this. Pull the plug." he himself wasn't sure if it was a joke or not. But he also wasn't sure if he had actually said the words outloud or if they had just been in his head. Nothing was quite clear, whether it was reality or fantasy. He just wasn't quite sure, but that wasn't exactly new.
Karkat had been pacing around furiously, waiting outside the door, and staring at the dirtied screen glowing beneath his eyes. It'd been recommended he contact someone, and the last on the list was his cousin. It was ringing. Shit. It was ringing. And it clicked.
"Karkat, helloooo!" The words were calm, yet enthusiastic. As usual.
"Heyyyy!" Karkat tried to match the sickly sweet enthusiasm.
"How have you been?"
"Good, great, fine, fantastic, listen. I know we haven't talked in a while, but could you please, find some time in your busy schedule to pick me up from the hospital in an hour or so? I'm really freaking the fuck out and shit happened and had no one else to call and I'm so sorry, you can kick my ass later-"
"Karkat, take a breath. Do not blubber. You are obviously in distress. Calm down and now tell me. What has happened?" Damn that formal voice.
"I... A friend and I went out for a joyride, and he- I got distracted and totalled the car and now he's getting glass out of his chest and I can't call John because of reasons and this is just like the second time I've messed shit up today and I don't even know if Gamzee is gonna be okay." Pause for a breath. "I'm the worst fuckup, I know..."
He was silent on the other line for some time, but finally spoke once more, tone level. "This is... troubling news. Do not fret little one. I will be there shortly." Click.
Quickly apprehending a nurse slipping from the room, he grabbed at her arm. "Is he gonna be alright?"
"Go speak to him," she spoke softly, letting him know the coast was clear to enter.
Sometime after the emergency medical Gamzee had surfaced, he was used to drugs and that was probably why the narcotics didn't work for long. He heard the beeping on a heart monitor and that had distracted his direction completely. He could watch his heart. It was amazing. Miraculous. The technology these days. But his head lolled back onto the pillow soon enough. If narcotics didn't work on him because of his fried nervous system, the pain meds weren't much better. True, some pain must have been dulled. But it still motherfucking hurt. He was concentrated on the pain, until Karkat walked in. Almost automatically his eyes flicked up to the other. "Hey man, you all up and motherfucking alright, right?" he looked over his friend worriedly.
"No, I'm not," Karkat confessed, standing at the door of the dimly lit room. But watching Gamzee and only thinking of how he'd never once thought of his own self this entire time. "Why-" He choked on the word, overjoyed that his friend was going to be fine. Maybe not for a while though. Staggering over to the bed, he threw himself on top of the clown, wrapping his arms under his waist. "Why would you do that. Why would you protect me like the faggot I am? I'm sorry, please, please forgive me..."
"Man motherfucker, you're my best bro. That's why." gamzee let out a small grunt from the sudden pressure/pain on his chest. "Okay. Cmon. Cuddle me sweetly from the side." with a small grimace of pain gamzee shifted the other so that he was laying on his side beside himself. So that the pain was lessened. "We can all up and be cuddle bros, hm?" he grinned.
"Sorry," Karkat murmured, lifting his arms. "Yeah, I'd, I think I'd like that..." He was praying no one would intrude, but Karkat didn't give a shit anymore. He'd been through a lot of bullshit today, so whoever wanted to judge could eat a dick for all he cared. There was barely enough room for the two of them. Either that or Karkat was being much too generous, nearly falling off the bed. Running his fingers over the bandages, Karkat couldn't hold back the whimper. "How many shards?" he whispered, knowing Gamzee wouldn't judge him for the whine, and being extremely grateful for that.
"I don't even fucking know man. I dug one into my liver, and one into my stomach. That's what I get for motherfucking jumping around like a fucking faygo in water." his eyes flicked to watch the fingers on the bandages. He scooted over ever so slightly and pulled karkat closer to him."I think I heard rupture somewhere. I'm not sure. Wasn't really motherfucking into it, y'know? So hey, did you get cut or anything?" he reaches his hand and pushes back Karkat's hair, searching the bare neck under it."Did I crush you or anything?"
With a harsh slap, he smacked Gamzee's hand away, and shook out his head to spread the locks once more. "I'll be fine, can't you care about yourself for one damn second!" This was really infuriating and worrisome. "What if you go away or something, and never come back! What am I supposed to do then? Don't do that to me, and start taking care of yourself!" He'd found himself reinforcing the words with a weak bang on Gamzee's collarbone each time. "Why do you think I hate it when you do all those stupidass drugs, dumbass..."
The cuts were minor, nothing serious, even if they did sting the slightest bit.
Gamzee widened his eyes slightly at the other. But decided he had a few things he wanted to have done first. "Do you have your phone on you? I need to call my bro... he's probably gonna think I'm an idiot. And I need to call Vriska." he murmured then looked at Karkat again. "And you. You need to go get those all up and motherfucking cleaned bro. You don't want any infectious bastards sliding into them do you? That wouldn't be all up and okay."
"Yeah, here, call him up. Ugh, sorry if my phone's a little sweaty. It was the only thing I was holding on to the way here. I called my cousin up. He can give you a ride... I mean, I'm sure I can convince him. He's sort of a fucking pushover anyway." However, Karkat withheld the cell for just a moment, wondering why Gamzee would have to call Vriska at all. "Hey, he's your brother. I'm sure he'll understand."
"Naw motherfucker it's all good." he took the phone up in his hand and looked at it contemplatively. "I should call Vriska up first. That's probably the best course of action." a throbbing in his head started up and he grimaced. "Now go get those cuts all up and motherfuckin' checked, kay?" He looked at the phone and dialed the number, waiting for her to pick up.
Karkat listened closely, and held his breath, scooting closer to Gamzee's body to eavesdrop. It wasn't too hard. "Heeeey, if it isn't my favorite customer! Why you calling, buddy boy? Wanting to check up on little Tavwros? Such a shame you left him home alone. Poor baby's just quaking in his boots."
"That's not true," Tavros interjected, though trailed off a tad weakly.
"Don't mind him, what is it you want, oh gracious Makara?"
"Vriska. Cut the crap." the headache was becoming ten times worse, and along came the pissiness. "You know where my stash is. You're gonna take it, and put the money in there. All of it. Minus a few for the one I smoked, m'kay? Then you're gonna get out of my home." even though the words sounded harsh without his voice, with his voice which was soft and weak, it was just generally pitiful. He was just hoping to some god that she would listen and not cause him to much crap. He felt like a sober piece of shit.
"Whoa, sorry babe, no refunds! I'm not that easy, haha! Better luck next time. Besides, I'm just, hurt that you'd want to take it back, Makara. I thought we had something special. We're practically best bros, right?" Vriska took a moment to laugh, and most likely lean on Tavros, as she usually did, and the murmurs of mild irritation and anxiety were heard. "What's up with your voice, sugarcakes? Surely you haven't been screaming too much lately... Oh you sly dog you!" Karkat was balling his hands into fists and gritting his teeth. Finally, Gamzee was getting angry at the spiderbitch! About time! Even if that... anger or whatever it was sounded a little misplaced.
Gamzee's face fell a little. Anger washed away. "Just please? Some stuff came up and I need the money for other things." he choked out, and started coughing again. He had thought the coughing fits were over, but he felt like water had snuck its way into his lungs. "If you do this for me I'll open up another account for you. I know someone who could use your services. And I'm sure you could trick him into paying more than what it's worth." He was a little mad though, he felt it there residing in his veins. From the noise Tavros was making. He didn't want her near Tavros, not at all.
As Gamzee spoke those words, Karkat finally understood, his face paling. "Fine fine, I'll do it. But they better pay damn well!" With that, the line clicked.
"...if I get arrested for anything you said during that phone call I'm blaming you." Paranoia and playful teasing, great way to crash the silence, right? "So, you need to call your brother right?" Even to Karkat that seemed like a nerve racking prospect, and he wasn't even contacting the famous Makara. Staying rigid in his spot, Vantas hoped that he could be of some sort of support, but it was probably no use.
Gamzee nodded and looked at the phone. "Do ya think someone was listening in on my phone call? That'd suck." he gave a small lopsided grin then searched his memory for his bro's number, it wasn't likely to be programmed into this phone. But he just couldn't all up and motherfucking remember the digits! "Uh. Hey bro, what's my bro's number?" he asked pitifully.
"Shit, how the fuck am I supposed to know?"
"Karkat?"
Karkat barely had time to react, aside from flailing slightly and jumping from the bed with about roughly the grace of a clinically retarded buffoon. "Eeeey, how's it going?" he asked, forcing a toothy grin and straightening out his shirt frantically. The older man returned it with a small smile, shutting the door gently.
"I do hope that I am not... Disrupting anything?"
"Oh no no no!" Karkat glanced over his shoulder down to Gamzee before moving his eyes back again. "No, no, no."
Nodding, Karkat's own flesh and blood made its way to the bedside, pausing and holding out a friendly hand. "Hello Gamzee, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. Karkat speaks very highly of you."
Gamzee raised his eyebrows at the older man. "Oh?" he was honestly surprised. Even though Karkat and him had some motherfucking good times, Karkat still detested his use of his drugs. But the way Karkat was reacting now to his brother was actually extremely amusing, turning his head slightly to look at Karkat, "Man motherfucker, you got your panties in a motherfucking tornado all up and other there."
Slowly raising a hand up, Karkat covered his face shamefully. Yeah, he spoke highly. Omitting quite a lot in the process. The Gamzee the older man knew, was a sober, well-behaved, clean-mouthed boy. Alright, well, so he'd never outright lied. But he did reserve some information.
Holding back his amused grin from getting any wider, the second Vantas turned to look at the younger. "Well, from the many wonderful stories I hear, dear Gamzee, I'd like to thank you for keeping this young one in check for me."
"Oh uh. Yeah. Course." he cocked his eyebrow at the other again, but grinned wildly and fist pumped, as the digits to the phone number came back to him. With a quick push of buttons he inserted the number and put it to his ear.
"Hello this is Pizza-" 'Dammit!' he hung up the phone quickly and slumped back into his bed. Wrong number. That was definitely the wrong number.
"Gamzee, I can go get a phone book or something. Do you think that would help? Oh wait, no! Do you know Gamzee's bro's number?" Karkat asked suddenly, whipping around.
Their eyes met with a heavy sigh, and the serene smile dropped. "Unfortunately enough, I do." Gently taking the phone from Gamzee, Vantas input the number from his own phone. "Not sure why I have not deleted it yet, but I suppose good can come out of even this. Here you are, little one."
"Little one, motherfucker? Man, never been called that before. Thanks bro." he murmured and took the phone. He waited and waited for an answer. He was a little curious as to why this guy had the number. But not curious enough to motherfucking ask. Finally a voice answered. And not a very happy one at that.
"Hello?" the voice was loud in Gamzee's ear and he cringed slightly.
"Uh hey bro..uh..I need..."
"What the fuck do you want? And where the hell are you calling from?"
"O-oh uh. Well. Uhm the hospital..." Gamzee stammered out slowly, he usually wasn't this type of person. But whatever the doctors had him on was making him jittery. He hated that feeling. Not to mention the shouting in his ear didn't quite help. 'I mean er. Well I am in the hospital and I kinda sorta motherfucking need you right now..."
"You. You're what? Son of a bitch!" With a good portion of cursing and spitting, his brother finally spoke again. "I'm getting there, you little shit." That meant that he would be there in, oh, roughly fifteen minutes. Karkat went to sit in the chair beside the bed, almost taken aback by the shouting.
"Surely your bro understands?" Okay, whoa, pause. Karkat cringed at his own language. It was much too proper, certainly an influence of the adult in the room, but he shook it out. "I mean, he has to fucking get it right? I mean, he's... family?"
Gamzee shrugged. "I'm sure you all and motherfucking right. Nothing at all to worry about." He says after ending the call. He looked over at Karkat's brother curiously. "So motherfucker, did you and him have like, a thing? Is that why you have his number. I don't mean to pry. But man." he pulled himself onto his elbows, propping himself up somewhat. Even though it hurt. He would look all up and motherfucking stronger to his older bro. He liked to probed himself to his sibling.
He straightened and adjusted his clothes, cocking his head as he was addressed. "A thing? Oh, that sort of thing. No, no, I believe you are quite mistaken." Able to keep a mellow air about him, Vantas laughed lightly. "The two of us, our hands were forced and we needed to exchange contact information, for collaboratively, we were working on a... project, of sorts. We had no relationship of that kind, I do assure you." Karkat's teeth were grit in a mild sort of fear, hoping Gamzee didn't say anything too stupid, but, the damage had already been done.
"Oh I all up and see." Gamzee grinned slightly then looked over at Karkat. "Do you think Vriska'll wreak too much havoc? I motherfucking hope not. That would be vile." He let out a low sigh. "She'll probably just take all that shit and leave no money. But that would make you happy enough, right? I guess it wasn't exactly the best motherfucking habit there was." With the end of that he focused his eyes on the clock. Not begging it to move faster, instead just watching the movements of the hands. Interested.
"If she does take everything, I'm going to hunt her down and kick her ass, honest to god." Karkat did hate everything Gamzee did to himself, but as long as it made him happy, right? Vriska wasn't going to be fucking anyone over so soon. Idling at Gamzee's bedside, he put a hand on his friend's shoulder, feeling guilty that Gamzee used Karkat's hate for the habit as justification for... whatever this was, really.
"Man motherfucker, you don't have to all up and go do that." he had barely heard the words from his own mouth. The tick tock of the clock had him completely distracted. Especially as it neared his estimated time for his brother to arrive. He wasn't afraid of his bro, no that would be silly. But something about the drugs from the IV he was on. It was definitely those. Coursing through his veins, making them play jump rope and shit.
"What the motherfuck, did you do?" That was a very elegant entrance. Karkat jumped out of his seat and the other Vantas puffed an irritated sigh, sidestepping his hands folded behind his back.
"I see you still have yet to mature your language, Makara." Harsh, intimidating eyes turned their gaze to him.
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"
"Point blank." At this point, Vantas almost looked bored, staring at Gamzee instead of the one he was speaking to.
"Hey fucker, look at me, I'm talking to you!" He advanced with a loud step, fists at the ready.
"I believe the one you should be talking to is your bedridden brother." Vantas gestured to the center of the room, diverting the buffoon's attention.
Karkat, however, his eyes had gotten wide and as silently as possible, he slunk away, hoping that maybe he could somehow turn invisible.
Gamzee watched the scuffle, slightly intimidated. When the angry phrases subsided, he cleared his throat a little bit. "I motherfucking drove a car of the side of the highway? It was pretty fucking thrilling. Even the glass with its raining down and shit. Kinda like snowflakes." he grinned in admiration of the memories. The twinkling was pretty, even though it hurt like motherfucking hell. And even though he was in this situation. He was trying to make it better.
Taking a breath, Makara moved his wild hair out of the way, unable to even brush his fingers through it. Trying not to storm over to Gamzee's bedside, but instead walk, he grinned. "Oh really? Keep goin', tell all the motherfuck about it-" Cutting himself off, he couldn't even wait to finish the sentence before dealing a harsh clap on the side of his little brother's head. "What is motherfucking wrong with you, you sick twisted little asshole! I really hope you have a way to pay for this bullshit, because I sure as hell, am not!"
A ringing started up in his ear from the jostling movement from the hand. Gamzee grimaced. "I got my dealer to take back what I just got. She's gonna leave the money." he says instantly, all dopey nonsense completely wiped from his voice. When his brother was angry, his body was at stake. The clap to his head surprised him, it shouldn't have. Even though he was an adult now, he had still called him here. And that still warrented the violent rages. The insults weren't fazing him, he had been called worse. He felt a wetness on his cheek, and instantly cringed. Was he crying? Oh no, that would be the end of him. These damn drugs! Gamzee reached towards the needle connected to the IV, prepared to take it out. But he had to get past the square of tape to do that.
Karkat wanted to react, he really did. And in his own mind, he was pouncing to the rescue. Still, his feet were planted firmly and his eyes wide. It wasn't even the hit that shocked Karkat, but, that glimmering dropping from Gamzee's face. His older brother was quick to jerk at the wrist scratching at the tape, leaning in to get face to face. "Man up," he hissed. Releasing the grip, he snarled. "Why the hell am I even here? The fuck you want?"
Gamzee grimaced and wiped his eyes. "It's the motherfucking medicine they have me on. I just...I don't motherfucking know. I didn't mean for you to come. I was just trying to all up and tell you I was here. In case...you dropped by or something." the last part was a lie, he hardly ever dropped by, but the pain emanating from his wrist hurt. "And I would man up, just cant really move right now. So guess I'm at your mercy." the last statement was a sort of childish defyment.
He snorted, mildly amused at the pathetic excuse of resistance. "Yeah, the motherfucking meds." Mildly amused. Extremely agitated. "Don't talk to me like that, respect your superiors, you sack of shit."
Enough was enough. "Don't talk to him like that, fucktard!" He spat suddenly, forcing himself to act.
"Karkat, it would be wise to not get involved," Vantas warned in a murmur.
"Fuck you, and fuck how you're treating him! He called you because he's dealing with some shit right now, and he needs his older bro right now, but it's obvious you're nothing but a mentally unstable, ignorant, uncaring son of a bitch!"
Gamzee sat up instantly. Even though it tore at his wounds. And he was ure that under the blanket they were bleeding again. "Karkat just be quiet, for once in your life." he hadn't mean to be so harsh. He was usually mellow. But he was worried. His bro knew no bounds. "I mean er..." he should try to ammend himself. After all he had defending him. So he would just redirect the angry tension back to himself. "I mean I know he's a douche and all, but people can only tell him so many times."
Those words coming from Gamzee. Was Karkat supposed to actually stop now? He almost wanted to, he hesitated, but, he couldn't. This was his best friend they were talking about here. "Why should I? He's treating you like shit! Don't tell me you're gonna put up with it! He's just using you as a little fucking stress toy and taking out all his shortcomings on you, when he should be... What do good brothers do? Supporting you or some shit!"
"Listen here, asshole." Within moments, Karkat felt himself being the slightest bit elevated, a fist grasping the collar of his shirt. Karkat saw his own guardian shift out of the corner of his eye, but making no move to stop what was happening. "He's my brother, and I'll talk to him any way I motherfuckin' please, you got that?"
"Hey! Set him the motherfuck down! Don't touch him!" the words were flung out of his mouth like a trapeze artist flinging themselves off of a swing. He glared at his older brother. He could take it, when he was like that to him. But not to one of his bros! He looked over at the older Vantas with a glare. "Why aren't you doing anything! He's your brother for god's skaes!" he felt enraged that no one was stopping this cruelly dealt hand.
Vantas gave a nod of acknowledgement to Gamzee. "He was the one who provoked it," he explained, distracted from dealing a watchful eye. "If it escalates to the point in which it will become serious, I will interject."
Typical, that much, Karkat knew. Feeling panic rising, Karkat's hands struggled against Gamzee's brother's grip. "Still feeling cocky? Do you still want your ass handed to you?" Oh how small he felt, like he was slowly shrinking away from existence. But he growled in just a bit of defiance. It quirked up into a brief whine. "I think, you motherfucking, do!"
"Makara, that's enough." Saved by the bystander, Karkat hit the ground with an oof, grateful that his flinch had been pointless. His moneymaker was fine.
Gamzee had bolted upright at his brothers words, and he for sure knew the cuts had torn worse. Along with the needle in his arm. The silent cry of now settled back down into his stomach and he reclined into his bed. "If you want to give a motherfucking thrashing. I'm right here motherfucker." he spoke to his brother, a twisted grin atop his face. He closed his eyes and took a breath. A breath to calm his unsteady nerves, his shaking body, and his jittery veins.
What a sick thing to say, that was generally the basis of Karkat's reaction. "No-" he already choked on the word, coughing. Nobody would be hitting his bffsie.
"Karkat, just stand down," his guardian murmured, lifting him to his feet. Scrambling, he shoved the other man aside in an attempt to fling to Gamzee again, standing tall once he reached him and covering him sheepishly.
"No one's getting thrashed," he stated firmly, eyes narrowed.
"Hey off, it's fine." Gamzee mumbled and shoved at the other. The stitches were torn. He felt sick to his stomach. He looked down wondering if the blood would be thickening through the blanket. His head was dizzy. He was dizzy, and felt like something was decending down on him. He weakly shoved again and mumbled 'off' another time. He shouldn't have called his bro, why would he motherfucking do that? Not with his friend here. That was such a stupid idea, now that he thought about it.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't hurt you or anything did I?" He'd seen that face before. Only earlier today. "Hey, hey, stay awake man, the drugs shouldn't be knocking you out or anything?"
With sudden alarm, the older Vantas pushed the younger away, lifting the blanket and grimacing. "Call a nurse. There's blood seeping through the bandages. Perhaps we should all leave. This was not a good plan. It is probably much too arduous for all three of us to be here, let us go."
The older brother was already gone, loudly flagging down a "good for fucking nothing" nurse, while Karkat was being dragged away. "No, I don't want to leave again!"
"I'm fine motherfuckers." was nonetheless rolling from Makara's mouth. His touch on reality was burning again. His vision was blurring in and out as his head lightly rocked from one side to the other. Until he couldn't handle the burning sensatino, eating him whole. He felt like a fire had started in his arm, he could almost taste the glames as they made their way up his body. They devoured him. They licked at his blood. And carressed his lips with their own beads of crimson delight.
Somehow, after the whole ordeal, Karkat had convinced his cousinbrother to let him stay with Gamzee, and he sat there the entire time, waiting for those eyes to flicker open again. A little fire blazed every time he heard the buffoon's voice outside, but even moreso when the other Vantas either calmly responded, or worse, didn't respond at all. Shouldn't he fight back? But noooo, only when it was necessary. Tch, fuck those stupid mottos.
Gamzee was walking in a forest. There was a shadow loomig above him, and when he looked up he saw a crow. The crow descended on him and attacked him. It had his brothers eyes. Gamzee jolted from his nightmare, sitting immediately. He intook a sharp breath and layed back down again. It was a terrible terrible dream. Although hardly realistic, he would never associate his brother with a crow. That wasn't his syle.
Karkat had been drifting off himself, exhausted from the say, and jerked from the sudden movement. "What happened? You okay? How long was I out?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "You feeling any better? They patched you up for the second time, you were out like a light. Hey... What time is it? Our brothers stopped arguing. I didn't even register that."
Gamzee looked over at the other. "Yeah I'm motherfucking fine. I don't know what time it is... hey? Will you send him in here? My brother, I want to talk to him alone." the words were soft, but not groggy in the slgihtest. He was completely aware of his surroundings. He looked up to the clock, "its not too late. It's been about forty five minutes I think. But oh please will you? I really need to talk to him."
"Alone?" Karkat's face contorted. "I, but, gh- Fine. Be right there." Somehow removing himself from the seat, he stepped outside with great reluctance. "Hey asshole, your brother wants to see you." With a heavy grunt, you could hear him rising, and bluntly shouldering Karkat out of the way. "What is it now," he growled, crossing his arms over his chest.
Gamzee looked up at him shakily. The words he was going to say fled from his mouth. He had nothing to say. He completely forgot. He was silently flipping his shit now. "I was just gonna say...you need a motherfucking haircut motherfucker." the words came out of nowhere. They were probably the stupidest things he had ever said. "I mean. I'm pretty sure a baby is all up and in that shit." he covered his face with one arm, his body was tensing.
Exhaling sharply, he ran a hand down his face, eye twitching. "You've gotta be the most retarded motherfuck around, and that, is one of the hardest fucking positions to reach." Glaring harshly, he was taking note of the hair comment, trying to prove he could still comb through it. Which, really didn't work, considering the brutish huff as he ripped out a locks in the endeavor. "Now why'd you goddamn call me in the first fucking place, if all you want me to do is sit around and be a lazy asshole like you?"
Gamzee shrugged, he was used to the abuse from years of it."Yeah. I know I motherfucking disappointed you. Got myself in this motherfucking mess. At least I saved one bro from getting inured. I just wanted my bro." the words were slightly mumbled. "But. You can all up and motherfucking go if you want I guess. Don't know why you're still here anyway motherfucker." his eyes flicked to the clock again, and watched the second tick around.
"Fuck you, I'll stay as long as I want. Not like I can go back to my motherfuckin' nap anyway." He wasn't disappointed, that really wasn't the case. In fact, he could give less of a shit of how what happened happened. "'Sides, that fairy-footed douchebag was gonna fuckin' ruin my beauty sleep anyway. Rather be with an idiot than an asshole. Don't get me wrong, you're your fair share of motherfucking asshole! Get better soon, cuntfuck, I'm not waiting around too damn long to drive you home."
"Just get motherfucking out!" he hadn't meant to say it so loudly, it was really a yell, but it wasn't exactly and inside voice. He had gotten angry. He got angrier easier when he was sober. After all he was a lot like the brother standing in front of him. Enough that he could smile wickedly, cruelly even. A crazed look in his eye. Just scare the man out. "Just get motherfucking out motherfucker. I've seen enough of you for a motherfucking long time."
Alright, now this was fucked up. And the buffoon was puzzled as all hell. Yet, somehow, that didn't stop him at all. He didn't even flinch. Instead he burst into laughter, chest heaving in the hysterical gasps. "You're growing up, motherfucker. But that's no fucking way to talk to your superiors! Such a dirty fucking mouth! You want me to leave? Make me."
Gamzee pressed his lips together tightly. "Would you really like me motherfucker?" He could make his eyes twinkle in the most innocent of ways. With a grin set to his mouth, although it was just a mask, he tore the doctors patch off from over the IV. He was in some sort of state. Something caused by the abrupt lack of drug. He pulled out the need, only wincing very slightly. He turned and pressed his feet to the floor. And when stood, he did not stumble.
"Hah, wow, you are really a sicker fuck than I thought you were. I'm proud of you, ass. Now since you're all motherfucking well, get your little douche's friend to drive you home. Don't try to fucking call me for something this stupid again." But wait, no, he really wanted that challenge. Fuck! He shouldn't have said shit! Folding his arms over his chest, he stood his ground. "Ladies motherfucking first, sis."
Gamzee scowled again, and he took steps toward the other. Then a smile lit up his face. He started humming a tune behind closed lips. He tilted his head to the side as he studied his brother. His flat palm ran over the bed as he made his way closer to the other. "I was thinking of trying a new color of face point. You see Ive been fascinated with the color red recently... I've been looking at all the different shades." And with that he took a swing for his brothers nose.
He refused to stagger. Hell no. That was not a thing Makaras did. With a whipping sort of motion, he resurfaced his face, smiling toothily and inhaling, despite the blood already dribbling from his nostrils to his top lip. It made a disgusting sort of bubbling noise, but he didn't mind. With an exhale, he "aaaah"d. "Damn! That felt good. But you're still not putting all you motherfuckin' got into the swing, sister! Fuckin' flattered you're using me as your mannequin, though." Wiping his lip with a steady thumb, he curved the blood to extend his smile, mimicking Gamzee's regular style of makeup. "Am I beautiful yet?"
Gamzee peered up unhappily. Of course his brother would respond that way. Dabbing his finger in the blood he made a smiley face on his brother's cheek [:o)] and smiled himself. "Maybe now." he brought his hand down to the others neck and was tempted to poke the other with his not so ordinarily long finger names, but he was also tempted to presses his hand into the other's windpipe and crush it. But with a tiny wink he dropped his hand. Putting hands to the other's shoulders, he shoved forcefully. "I am no girl motherfucker. And neither are you." he said as he brought up his knee in a hasty motion, all to happy to make his brother fall to the floor and whimper. He was hoping that would happen.
The pain, god, all he wanted to do was fall to the ground and groan! But nooo, that wasn't what Makaras do, as was already well-known. "Damn!" he shouted out, barking a laugh. "I fucking hate you too, motherfucker!" He said, not missing a beat to grab Gamzee by the back of the neck and pull him in as they dropped to their knees. Oh, he was sure to initiate the hardest damn vice grips he could, refusing to release him until he whined. "Man, this is just like old fuckin' times, don't you think?"
"Yeah motherfucker. Just like old times." The pain searing over his spine was deafening. He felt like he was floating away. Almost. Because he for sure knew that he was still there. With the hand clasping at his neck. He grabbed at his bro's arm with one hand. He made sure to let his nails dig in. He was having a hard time trying to not make a noise. No. He wouldn't make a noise this time. "You dirty and bloody. And me motherfucking amazing." he said the words as calmly as he could manage.
"Hah! You're hysterical!" Those nails, he really had to start trimming them. What was worse? Long hair or long nails? Brother Makara thought the latter. "Oh bullshit," he grunted, shoving Gamzee away harshly, and climbing to his own feet once more. "Fuck this, you're still boring!" Truthfully? He wasn't in the mood. Okay no, that wasn't truthful. His brother was already injured, so that gave him an unfair advantage. If he was going to kick his lil bro's ass, it'd be fair and square. "Thanks for the makeup lesson, faggot. See you around."
Gamzee stood slowly, his spine still hurt though and it was a terrible experience. "It's not exactly a free lesson. I'll pick up your payment later motherfucker." Gamzee was tempted to go after his bro. But he just felt sore. Everywhere. "Although I hope that will be the last time I see you. At least, maybe until you get a hair cut? Because that shit really does need to be tamed." he murmured. His legs hurt too from being forced into a kneeling position, so it was a tad bit difficult as he made his way back to the hospital bed.
His brother left with a chortle, wiping the drying blood on his sleeve, and saying no more. But. Blood? Needless to say Karkat was alarmed, and the only thing keeping him calm was the man he was sitting next to. Hesitantly, he stood at the door. "Hey Gamzee... I called Tavros. I just... thought he should know. Do you want to talk to him?" Karkat hoped to god Gamzee did. Otherwise the promise he'd made to Tavros and "getting back to him" might as well fly out the window.
"Oh shit motherfucker. I didn't want to make him all up and worry." that was his only response to the other. He cautiously moved his neck to the side. Okay, so his bro hadn't done any bone damage. Or muscle damage hopefully. Although it may be bruised up pretty bad. Slowly he looked up at Karkat. He wiped his hand on the hospital gown. The smears of blood, but this time it wasn't his blood, but instead his brothers.
"The hell happened in here anyway? I saw your bro leave all fucked up..?" The kind of talk that took place, Karkat could only imagine. Glancing out the window, the sun was getting dangerously low to the horizon, and Karkat knew he'd be kicked out soon. "I don't want to go," he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. 'I don't want to go home. I don't want to go anywhere familiar. I just want to get out. And this is my escape. Gamzee. That's who.' "So are you staying the night here or- Shit, is that blood again? Goddamn it Gamzee, stop moving so damn much!"
"S'not my blood motherfucker. Naw. Don't really like this room. It's all up and bland. We should stop at the bank. I have some money I could give you. Y'know. For wrecking your car and all." Gamzee stood up again and rubbed the back of his neck, which made him cringe a little. "Let's say bro and I had a little strife. Hm?" he murmured and looked at the clock. It was later now. "Man motherfucker. Where are my clothes? This thing is thin as paper." he rubbed the hospital material between his fingers and chuckled.
Karkat cracked a weak little smile at Gamzee's joke, and turned to where he'd sworn he'd seen the clothes. "Hold on, they were right... Oh, here you go. Don't worry about the car... It'd probably be a better investment to get a new one anyway." Awkwardly turning away, Karkat hummed at the wall, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet back to his heels again. "So... What did you guys fight about? Oh sorry, strife."
Gamzee pulled on the clothes. "Er. I'm not really motherfucking sure bro. We just sorta faught. That's how it is between us."as he was pulling his shirt over his head, he started walking to Karkat. "Not like you havent seen me naked before." he said in the others ear then chuckled and shook his head. "No. Do you have the money for a car? I can chip in. Least I can all up and motherfucking do."
Face flushed, Karkat stepped away, keeping the fluster level down. "Naw, no money, nope, nope, but he's driving us, that one guy, out there, yeah." Beautifully executed. Peeking out, Karkat swung around the doorframe. "Ready to go?"
"Hmm? Oh yes, let us go. You know, I was reading a very interesting article on the evolution of clockwork throughout history. Did you know that the ancient people of, oh where was the place-"
"Yeah yeah, blah blah. You can tell me about it later you don't have to bitch right now. Let's go Gamzee!"
"Ah, I see. You have no intentions of paying for the medical treatment your friend has received."
The desperation on Karkat's face told all. "If we can just sneak out-"
"Shhh, calm, little one. It is already taken care of. Are we all set? Gamzee, do you feel you are fit to travel in such a condition?"
Gamzee cocked his head at the two cousins, then cringed ever so slightly. "I'm fine motherfucker. I was gonna all up and pay. I have money..." he walked out further into the waiting room. Following behind Karkat like a good little puppy. "And thanks motherfucker." he murmured then looked at Karkat again. He was so different when they were around this other man. It was strange. He shouldn't try pretending being different then he was. That was like grappe faygo tryna be orange.
Karkat hung his head, idling behind the two as they walked. Vantas, however, held his head high and dignified, waving goodbye to the giggling nurses as he left.
"You still have the Honda," Karkat commented, running a hand over the black hood.
"Indeed." It was older, definitely, but well-maintained. "Now boys, who wants the front seat? Oh, what's it called again... I always forget!"
"Shotgun."
"Yes, yes, silly me. Well you can both occupy the backseat if you wish. Just keep it pg." Alright, he could not have said that without the chuckle. Could anyone have?
"Wait, what?" But his cousin had already slipped into the vehicle.
Gamzee cocked his head at the other Vantas. "Man." with a shake of his head, a slgiht chuckle, and a glance at Karkat, Gamzee slid into the back seat. He head lolled back against it. "You don't have to worry about it going about anything motherfucker. Although people do kiss in kids movies. And theres a whole bunch of sexual tension and undertone. Ay, motherfucker?" he laughed a bit, and looked out the window.
Sexual... undertone? While Karkat was silently freaking out about what his cousin was thinking, his cousin was chuckling away. "I must agree with you. Those Disney movies are progressively making the scenes of lip contact much more... how would you say... intense, do you not think so? Evolving with the changing years of course. Princess and the Frog, now that was heated."
"Just! Stop fucking talking. Please?"
Gamzee chuckled and shook his head. Man, what was that motherfucker talking about? "Karkat, aren't we cuddle bros? I don't see no motherfucking cuddling happening. Nope, no one cuddlin' up their best bro over here." Makara grinned and widened his eyes a bit. As if he were completely appalled that such a thing was happening.
Karkat saw grey eyes flicker curiously in the mirror, and felt himself pale once more. "I don't know if it'd be a good idea! To, cuddle I mean. You are hurt after all, and what if the stitches come undone again or something? It's not like we can drive back or anything!"
"I can drive slower for the both of you, if you'd like."
"Not helping!"
"If you don't want to you just gotta say so bro." Gamzee patted the other's head and reclined into the seat. He looked out the window and lgithly rubbed the sore spot on the back of his neck. He was sure that the bruise was already forming. "Uh thanks for driving me and all motherfucker." he murmured and rapped his fingers on his knee.
"It's not that..." Karkat muttered in response.
"I understand, I understand, it is because I am here. Not to worry however, little one. We are almost to your home."
"It's not you! It's just... Okay, it's you. But just because you're an adult and all, no offence meant."
"None taken!"
"Why do you keep rubbing your fucking neck like that?"
"Me?" Gamzee looked at him. "Hurt's is all." he mumbled then tried to move his hair just a bit, twisted his neck to look at it. But of course that came to no avail and he merely looked like a dog chasing his own tail. He flicked his hair back down into the place it had been previously. "That's how it's been since forever. Bro likes to grab the back of my neck. Not sure why really. It makes me feel like a motherfucking kitten really."
"I could see that," the driver interjected when Karkat hissed at the sight of the bruise.
"Damn, that shit is nasty..." he murmured, reaching out at it.
"Your brother does have a sort of power complex. Always superior, correct?"
"I don't care if he's got a mental illness, if he touches my friend, again, I'm going to kick his ass!"
"Yes yes, because you are fully capable of that."
"Are you trying to say I'm not?"
"I'm positive those were not the words that exited my mouth, dear Karkat."
"You were being fucking sarcast-"
"Oh, would you look at that, here we are. Looks as if you two were not able to get very far. It was nice meeting you, sleep well boys. Good night!"
"Don't just kick us out now-"
"Good night!"
Gamzee watched the exchange between the two, and didn't really know what to say beyond a quick thank you to his driver. He climbed out of the car, and stood on the sidewalk. He was wating for Karkat, and was nervously rubbing the back of his neck again. His eyes followed the other. He was suddenly just so...tired. He wasn't really sure why. And he was wondering what was up with the two Vantas'.
Karkat continued his bickering, whereas the other only laughed while he tried to push him out of the vehicle. "Go! You friend is waiting for you!"
"Hey! No, you have to explain!"
"Goodbye!"
And the car was off. And Karkat was left behind, to sulk, and usual pastime that his cousin gave him. "Gh! The gall of that douchebag! Every time! Asshole didn't even drop us off at your house. I can drive you- Okay fuck that idea. I know it's probably really fucking stupid, but do you want me to walk you home or something? I don't want to be the asshole that leaves his friend hanging. Or you could spend the night? Doubt anyone's going to be using that other bed for a while anyway."
Gamzee looked at him for a moment. "Uh I can walk home motherfucker. It's not too far away really. Just a few gallops along miracle way, hm?" he cracked a grin and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his more normal slouch coming back to his shoulders. He took a few steps the way towards his house. At least they he thought was to his house. He looked up to the stars. Maybe those motherfuckers could show him the way.
"Hey idiot. Your house is the other way?" Tapping the taller boy on the shoulder, Karkat turned him around to face the other direction. I'll just go ahead and fucking take you..." Heavily sighing and fuming, he took the stoner's hand, leading him onward. "How do you not remember the way to your own house for fuck's sake?" Well, it didn't matter much did it? Wasn't like Gamzee left all that often. Or maybe he did? The world would never know. "Would you hurry up?" he asked, tugging.
Gamzee's head flicked towards the direction of his friend. "But man. Look at the stars. Those are like fucking miracles. How do those little globes of light stay up there? They only show their beauty at night. I just want to look, while it's all up and dark outside. While its motherfucking night, cause then those little motherfuckers are all out and twinkling and shit. Tipping their hats and say hello to me. Eh, Karkat?" he grinned and looked up at the stars again. He didn't fidget, just watched them.
"Is that all you want to do? You cheesy piece of shit, fine. I guess we can sit in the wet fucking grass and piss ourselves with pure love until the morning light. Since we obviously have nothing better to do. Like... Oh I don't know. Sleep? Ghh. Fine, lay the fuck down and I'll be there in a second. Just gotta text someone..." Shooting a brief text to Tavros, Karkat dropped the phone before dropping to the spot beside it. "Stars are annoying. Glowing obnoxiously all the goddamn time. Oh look at me, I'm so happy! Humanity's just a shithole of misery, yaaay!"
"Man motherfucker. Just gotta let them incase you or some shit. Then maybe it'll be like the bubbles in that soda, y'know? Like you're just sitting there in the bottle then bam! Someone let's you all and motherfucking out. And you're just happy, you're zipping out of it." Gamzee chuckled and reclined into the grass with his arms in a relaxed position behind his head. The water from the grass was seeping into his clothes and into his bandages. He didn't care though. He was just happy, gazing at the sky.
"Everything is fucking wet! Jesus!" God it was so uncomfortable, settling down. So instead he sat, refusing to lay just yet. "Why did you have to pick tonight of all fucking night to stare up at the stars with your twinkly eyes?" Oh, like it even mattered. Gamzee wasn't moving. And if he did, there was no chance of him getting home safely. Or getting home at all. Giving in, Karkat sprawled out, tense as the fabric of his shirt and jeans absorbed all the moisture they could. "That's the Orion constellation, right? Or whatever the fuck it's called."
Gamzee looked up at it. "Hell if I know. What right do people have naming the sky anyway. It is what it is, y'know? It was there before all the fancy names and shit. Didn't need it when the cavemen were running about. Nope." he smiled again and turned his head to the side briefly. Just to look at Karkat. "Y'know. You're too motherfucking tense. You need to relax. Take a chill pill man." Makara let out a slow chuckle and look up again.
"I'm drowning in a puddle of earth sweat, and you want me to relax? Fuck you man. And fuck your philosophy. What if those stars actually are something or someone up there, huh? What if it just fucks your caveman stories with the long rod of logic? Ooooh, spooky, science exists." He wasn't actually mad or riled up at all, he'd just been much too quiet as of late. Much too quiet. And everyone knew that Karkat shutting up for long periods of time was never a good thing. So he had Gamzee to take it out on.
Gamzee looked at him. "Well then I guess that motherfucker's having one hell of a time watching us, huh?" he grinned and turned on his side completely. "Here, let me have all your earth sweat." with a cock to his head, Gamzee slung an arm over the other and nuzzled his face into the other's neck. He could almost feel the vibrations of growls deep in the other's throat, but he was imagining that, wasn't he?
"I'm trying to get angry here, fucktard! You're really not helping situations!" He was growling, readying the little power he had before squirming suddenly. Egh, what was the use. If Gamzee wanted to hug, he was going to hug and that's all there was to it. "Take all the damn earth sweat, you bastard. You're the one who brought this upon me anyway." Grumbling, he shifted. "What do you think that asshole in the sky is thinking?"
"He's thinking, man he's thinking it so motherfucking hard, that he want's you to all up and snuggle me." he grinned, he tried to say it in a voice that would prove he had some unworldly cosmic power. He pulled the other closer, almost halfway ontop of himself and closed his eyes. "You said something about sleep earlier, motherfucker?"
"Oh hell no, I'm not sleeping here! We're going to be eaten alive by all the bugs and mosquitoes and everything! Gamzee, seriously, if you don't want to sleep out here, like how I'm about to leave you, just ring the buzzer okay?" However, Karkat made no move to remove himself from Gamzee's arms. "If you fall asleep, I swear to christ I am not joking about leaving you here. I hope you get run over by a truck or something."
"Mhm motherfucker. Sweet dreams now." he kissed Karkat's forehead and layed back. He let his eyelids close. Let sleep overtake him. He was happy for dreams to overtake him. He was overly excited to see what they might be. What sort of secrets they might reveal to him about himself. That's what dreams were about.
"Wow, okay, just go ahead and ignore everything I just fucking, no big deal. Ugh. You. Seriously. Fine. I guess... just a little won't hurt..." With the intention of sleeping for only a few moments, he let himself silently drop off, lulled to sleep by the soft humming Gamzee's breath made.