~Gamzee~

As soon as the sickening sound reached his ears, he dropped the pie he'd be attempting to make; the baked sopor spilling onto the floor as he dashed off. He'd paced the door until Tavros had called him, in which he practically tore it off in his scramble to open it; teeth digging into his bottom lip soon shifting letting a small line of indigo spread across his painted lips. He knelt down and scooped his Matesprit up in his arms; lanky limbs shaking as if it was impossible to lift him, but it was really from worry. Once he'd gotten them out of the hygieneblock and into the livingblock he'd settled with a soaked Tavros on him lap. Since Gamzee never really bothered to clean all the time, there was laundry present in this room as well; and he grabbed a towel and began wiping away the water from Tavros' face and hair.

"Where'd ya hit, babe?"

He murmured, checking along the other's body as he dried; looking for any damage that he hadn't already found and addressed. His eyes shifted looking back down the hall to the hygieneblock and made a mental note to drain the water once he was sure Tavros was okay and he found out what was wrong. He also had to clean up the nutritionblock of the offending pie he'd dropped and bring the sopor-free sandwich he'd made to Tavros.