The door wasn't locked, and I could hear the sobbing from behind it. I slowly grasped the cool handle. My sickle was raised above my head as I slowly opened the door. The noise stopped moments before.

The room was another library, with a rather soft looking teal sofa, facing a gold trimmed and rather expensive looking fireplace. Plenty of books had been sacrificed for the hell of keeping it warm in here and plenty of paintings of humans had been pulled down for no apparent reason. I began to inch into the room.

Suddenly, my head hit the door. The left of my face felt like it had been hit with a burning iron and my knees suddenly buckled and collapsed. I tried to look up, but every time I moved my head my face seared up with pain. My own blood began to soak through my hair. Somebody walked over to me slowly. A trembling voice rose from the edge of the room.
"You think... You think... you could kill me? You... You... fucking psychotic juggalo!"

That wasn't Gamzee.

"I'll kill you here and now you filthy purple-blooded shitstain! Your crimes against the teams are unforgivable! I'll deliver justice to you!"

Terezi, no.

I could feel her stumbling, trying to move closer - to finish me off.
"No! Tere-cough- It's-cough- me!, Karkat!"
My voice came out rasping and wheezy, followed by plenty of candy-red blood.
"Liar! Karkat wouldn't chase me like that! He wouldn't scare me like that! He isn't a hateful prick like you think he is!"
"Can't you-cough-recognise my voice? It's me!"
"Quit the act, clown! I'll kill you now!"
She held up her cane ready to pierce my throat - I had no idea what to do.
The blood ran out of my mouth, in my clothes, and through my fingers.
The blood... The blood...

"No! Wait... smell... smell my blood colour..."
She stopped instantly, her cane still poised dangerously above her head.
"Karkat doesn't... He doesn't want us to know his blood colour... He wouldn't say that."
Despite her words, her tone of voice began to calm and her arms relaxed slightly.
"Please, Terezi. Just... Do it."

She rested her cane over my neck and knelt on the wet floor. Her delicate hand entered my vision and with two fingers, she swiped a line of my blood. She held it unusually close to her face, tentatively smelling it . Without warning, she began to cry again.

"Oh, god... Karkat... I'm..."
She struggled to speak through her tears. She took a deep breath and began to pathetically sob and snivel again.
"I'm so fucking sorry Karkat... Please... Don't be mad... Please..."
She threw herself onto me and put her hands around my head and neck.
My whole face felt like it was ripped open as she clumsily jostled me, and I couldn't help but let out a howl of pain.
"Oh fuck... Karkat, how badly did I..."
"Can't... You see...?" I violently coughed up more blood and it went onto her back and over the floor. She wiped her nose and rubbed her eyes.
"No... The dust and the sweat and the musky corridors - I can't see because it's all blocking my nose and affecting my taste..."

I wretched again. She slowly supported my head and got off of me. Her fingers slowly inspected my body, then my head and neck. As soon as she felt my face, she froze.
"Karkat... I think... Did I... rip your entire left cheek open?! And your throat! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
I didn't know if that was true, but I needed to stop my bleeding. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my sylladex.
"Terezi..." I spurted out. "Take my..." The blood began to flow more freely when I moved "My sylladex... I've got... Inhaler... And some needles and thread..."
She fumbled for my shaking hands, as I pulled my sylladex out of my pocket. In the end, I had to bend around just enough to hold her hand and place it for her.
"Okay but... why?"
"I want you to stitch it back up - we need to" my mouth kept filling with blood, and I had to spit it out. "Just... stop the bleeding..." She held my sylladex to her chest and fell next to me.
"I'm... I'm not sure if I can, Karkat... " her voice was trembling and her crying wouldn't subside. The situation obviously scared her. She tried to change subject; but she couldn't avoid it.
"And why did you have needle and thread? Do you... Sew?"
"For Kanaya... I'm also the team backpack. Just shows how much to they care about me."
I choked on my words, as if I were speaking with a mouth full of dirt. As I spoke, I moved my head slowly into my chest and curled up. Stupid little truths like that; they hurt.

I heard three huge crashes as the encryption safes from my sylladex fell out into the floor. "No need to hack them..." I said weakly. "Secret button underneath; by the left feet." I heard a few faint clicks as the buttons were pressed, followed by the heavy sound of the doors opening, and then the safes disappearing.
Within seconds, Terezi had sprayed a thick mist the air. It smelt like the trees from near her hive - I made it for that reason.
"I can see, Karkat. I'm ready to do it."
Her voice was trembling again, but overlayed with the confidence of being able to at least partly see again. She had obviously seen the extent of her attack's damage on me, and she was more than scared of how critical it really was.

"Well, hurry up then."
The bleeding had greatly subsided as my blood had messily clotted over most of my face. Truth be told, I was scared of the pain. I was scared of her jabbing my eyes out with her horrible vision. But despite what she had done, I trusted her; more than anyone else. I wouldn't have anyone else with me to do this right now.
"Okay... Sorry, ."
She cheekily grinned in my direction as she fumbled with the tiny needles.

I loved her grin, and her smile, and even her scowl. To me, her eyes were a beautiful ruby red, and her skin looked like the pale third moon. She was a little shorter than me, but probably stronger because of her blood. Her hair smelt lik-fuCK!
She jabbed at my arm playfully.
"Ooh, guess it IS sharp enough."
She giggled. I couldn't be mad at her. Whenever she giggled I could feel something inside of me glow with happiness, or... Some kind of red-flushed feeling.