Woo! Chapter two! I sure hope I finish this one day…anyways! Enjoy!

Sollux sighed and let his head fall back onto his pillow. He lay on his couch with two blankets covering him. He had spent the past half-hour or so talking and arguing with his "bro." The conversation hadn't turned out as he had hoped, but he summed it up as a success. He actually happened to be sick. He was coughing and had an upset stomach. Although he protested it, Sollux didn't really mind that Karkat was coming over to check on him. He never really liked being alone when he was sick. But he would never admit that to anyone. Especially not Karkat. Sollux sighed again before giving in to the wave of coughs sure to follow.
Karkat showed up about fifteen minutes later. He didn't bother knocking and startled Sollux slightly when he swung the door open irritably.
"HEY."
"Hey."
Sollux tried to speak his greeting without coughing, but failed miserably. At this, Karkat shifted and walked over towards the couch. He stopped when he could comfortably look down on the sick troll.
"YOU LOOK LIKE S-," he said bluntly after shifting again. Blunt, though it was Sollux could have sworn he saw slight concern on his face.
"Gee thankth, kk," he replied weakly, attempting a scowl. The louder troll took a step closer and placed the back of his hand on Sollux's forehead.
"AND YOU'VE MANAGED TO GET YOURSELF A FEVER AS HOT AS THE F-ING ALTERNIAN SUN," he observed harshly.
"Oh'" he replied. Had he had a fever? He was too busy trying to stop coughing and his nausea. When had the fever developed? His thoughts were, however, interrupted abruptly by a scratchy, irate voice.
"'OH'?" Any possible concern on Karkat's face was gone. But it soon showed itself in Karkat's words as Sollux noticed. Karkat had raised his voice considerably by now.
"IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" He was beginning to look genuinely upset now. This frustrated Sollux. What was his deal?
"I BET THIS IS ALL BECAUSE YOU DON'T GET ENOUGH SLEEP OR SOME S-."
"Tho? And what about you kk? I don't thee you going off to take your nap," Sollux retorted.
"F- YOU. I'M NOT WEAK," he shot back, "I WOULDN'T GET SICK BECAUSE OF SOMETHING STUPID LIKE LACK OF SLEEP."
"You thtill need it numbnutth."
Karkat then threw his arms up in the air violently and exclaimed, "THIS ISN'T ABOUT ME!" He stormed away from the couch where Sollux lay and headed towards his small kitchen.
"What the h- are you doing now th-thtain?" said Sollux, confused and highly annoyed by now. He had attempted to raise his voice to show his anger, but ended up going into a small coughing fit. Karkat paused and glanced back to make sure he was okay. When his "okay-ness" was assured and the coughing had stopped, he finally replied, almost shyly. Almost.
"MAKING SOUP DIPS-. THAT'S WHAT YOU GIVE SICK LITTLE S-S RIGHT?" Sollux had no reply to this. Instead, he pulled his covers closer and took sudden interest in studying their threads. And, while Karkat rummaged through his kitchen, he tried to convince himself that his face was hot due to the fever.