:Karkat's POV:

I honestly don't know what to expect when I wake up, probably cold hard ground and being in an extreme amount of pain, but that isn't what I feel.

I wake up slowly, sort of easing into consciousness, so the first thing I really notice is the pain in my chest. With every breath it feels like the skin is being stretched harshly against bone, so I do my best to keep my breathes shallow. Then I notice that my right wrist isn't really moving, and that it's bound by something. I then realize that I'm not lying on cold pavement, but instead on a soft mattress.

My eyes snap open, but all I can see is darkness, meaning that wherever I am is dark. I shift slightly, and let out a small "eep" when my head bumps against something. I'm facing the wall, so I don't know what it can be. I shift my head again, and carefully turn it, flinching slightly. I freeze when I see that I'm leaning against a bare chest, which is breathing deeply in sleep. He's hugging me, spooned against my back. I'm somehow able to notice how tall he is before my mind goes blank.

Being one to act on instinct, I jerk out of his grip and sit up, hitting my head on the wall.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

My shout awakened whoever it is that has been hugging me in his sleep. He also sits up, making a confused noise before looking in my direction.

"Karkat? You awake?" he asks sleepily. I can make out that he's rubbing a hand over his face. I stiffen when I recognize his voice, instinctively staying back against the wall.

"Sollux? Why the hell are you sleeping next to me. Correction, where the fuck am I? Why the hell is it so dark? This isn't my shirt. What is on my wris-" I get cut off when I feel his hand grip onto my arm and pull me towards him. I let out a strange sort of gasp when I realize that he's hugging me.

"Th'ut up Karkat, you talk to much th'ometime's," he mutters, his breath soft against my ear. He pulls away after a few seconds, leaving me stunned and staring into the darkness. I'm brought back to reality when Sollux leans over and snaps on a lamp. The light blinds me for a second before I'm able to bring my hand away from my eyes. Sollux is sitting cross legged in front of me, hand brushing his hair and rubbing at his eyes.

I look over at the table that the lamp was on, noticing there was a clock. My gaze unblurs and I yelped when I saw the time.

"It's 2:14, we're so late," I croak, clearing my throat. I start to jump up but end up falling onto the bed again with a low hiss. Sollux seems shocked by the action and moves to catch me, but ends up partially falling.

"Calm down KK, my dad let us th'tay home, he called in for u'th too, th'o calm down," He says quickly, motioning his hands in a 'calm down' motion. Not like I can do much while I'm just about writhing in pain.

"You better...start...explaining," I say between breaths, pressing my hand against my chest. Sollux's bi-colored eyes are wide, obviously conflicted about something.

"Ok, jeez. I left my th'tuff at your hou'th'e by ac'thi'dent, but when I went back I found you inthtead. My dad brought you home and we patched you up," he reports, glancing away from me. I'm able to breath better now, but it still hurts. I begin to feel the bruises now, all the injuries rushing back with memory of what happened. My back hurts like hell, most likely from being slammed into the wall. And my ribs are bruised, along with my arms. I lift up my left arm, feeling my elbow is both cut and bruised badly. I use my left hand to probe at my face. The bruise on my cheek is worse, and my nose had been broken, but now is set with something. And I have a few gashes on my forehead.

"You were uncon'th'ciou'th when I found you, so you've been out for about..." he focuses on doing the math in his head, "14 hours? I think that's right." He runs a hand over face again, still trying to wake up.

"So, you basically took me here, to your house, fixed me up, and ended up sleeping in the same bed as me?" I theorize, wincing as I continue to poke at my chest and arms to check out how bad the bruises are. I felt Sollux's concerned gaze on me, but I don't look up to meet it. After a few awkward moments of mutual silence he gets off of the bed and turns on an overhead light.

I blink the brightness away for a few seconds and use the light to closer examine my wrist and arms. I look around his room a bit, interested in all of the computer parts lying on the floor along with the various video games. He hadn't totally unpacked yet, the fact being made obvious by the stack of cardboard boxes in the corner of his room. But he does have a TV set on the floor with multiple gaming consoles beside it.

"Do you want to get a shower? I can lend you some clothes," he asks only a little awkwardly. I glance up to see that his bare back is to me and that he's reaching inside of his dresser for a shirt, I assume. I return my gaze to my lap quickly, fighting down a blush. Banishing all thoughts of how nice he looked shirtless, I found my voice again, to answer his question.

"Yeah, thanks, but what about my wrist?" I ask, looking up again to see that he's fully clothed and walking towards me once more. He frowns slightly, but simply sits down on the bed and gently grabs said wrist. He rotates it, closely examining the bandages and whatever else has been used on it.

"I can probably replicate what my dad did, th'o don't worry about it," he replies, releasing my wrist and handing me some folded clothes. I accept them with a nod and make the move to stand again. Now that I'm fully conscious, I'm able to stand without any difficulty. Although, Sollux obviously looks prepared to catch me if I happen to fall. He stands wordlessly and leads me out of his room, down a lit hallway and opens a door.

He walks inside and I follow. Grabbing some towels, he hands them to me then points at the shower-head.

"You th'hould be able to figure th'tuff out, I'll be around the hou'th'e, but when you're done, come tell me so I can wrap your wri'th't," he says with a small smile. I nod, smiling back slightly. He absconds quickly, shutting the door with a soft click. I notice that there is a lock, so I make use of it.

Then I shower, it's not like I'm just going to stand around hoping that all the dirt on my body will magically disappear. I have a dried layer of mud from the alleyway, and I'm sort of shocked that Sollux was able to sleep next to me when I was like this. I brush away the thoughts of him sleeping with me and how comfortable it was. I'm able to fully take note of all my injuries; the warm water helps soothe the scrapes and bruises on my arms and legs, and the steam helps me breathe easier. I wash quickly, then get out, drying myself off.

I put on my own undergarments, and I looked at the clothes Sollux had given me. I put on the jeans first, and I feel that familiar annoyance when they sag low on my waist. The waistline is just low enough to be uncomfortable, but high enough that it only shows the elastic band of my boxers. As if that isn't enough, the ankles are dragging on the floor. I groan in exasperation and look around for anything that could be used as a belt of any shape or form. The bathroom is pretty much bare besides a rack of towels. I growl and attempt rolling the top, but that doesn't help my case at all. I turn to the shirt and begin the painful process of getting it over my head, my chest, and letting it hang loosely around my fucking knees. Goddamn why the hell are their clothes this baggy if they're so skinny!?

I give up on the clothes completely, although I know it'll come back to bite me in the ass later. When I attempt to take a step I step on the jeans and almost fall over, barely catching myself on the edge of the sink. There's that bite in the ass. With a sigh I shake my head roughly side to side, ridding it of the droplets hanging from the ends of my spiky hair.

I walk out of the bathroom hand combing my hair. I return to Sollux's room, but see that it's vacant. I sort of cradle my wrist and try not to jostle it too much. I turned around and tried to figure out where he could be. The hallway consists of three doors, one that lead to the bathroom, one to Sollux's room, then one to an unknown room. Then it dead ended at another door that I assumed was another bedroom. So I walked forward, arriving in what seemed to be the living room. A large doorway adjacent to me led to the kitchen, where I saw Sollux making some sort of sandwich.

I quietly walk up behind him, looking over his shoulder to see that he's making a honey and peanut butter sandwich. He doesn't seem to notice me and quietly continues, humming under his breath. It's only when I speak that he jumps in surprise and turns back to me.

"You can wrap my wrist now," I say simply, leaning back from looking over his shoulder. He turns to me with wide eyes, and I still can't get over how uniquely pretty they are.

"Je'thu'th KK, I didn't even hear you come in!" He yelps, spinning around to look at me. After a few seconds of staring, he bursts into laughter. I immediately scowl and start to cross my arms over my chest, then stop when I think of how much it will hurt.

"Why the hell are you laughing?" I growl, glaring as Sollux laughs for a few more seconds before wiping an imaginary tear from his eye.

"Tho'the clothe'th KK, th'orry but they're th'o big on you," He gasps, trying to speak around his laughter. I scowl at him; hold up my wrist, trying not to slap him or anything.

"Oh yeah, um, give me a th'econd, I've got honey on my handth," He replies, turning to the sink. I huff out a breath, trying not to wince, and walk over to table and sitting down. He grabs the things that his dad had used and walks over, getting to work. I stare at the front door, not looking at him even once. And he doesn't look at me either, which I guess is a good thing. When he's done, he stands up and retrieves his sandwich.

"What, no food for me?" I say with a small smirk, standing as well and making the move to follow him. Naturally I forgot that I needed to pick my feet up and tripped over the stupid god damn jeans. I began falling forward, letting out a yelp. Sollux turns and does some weird tae-kwon-doe move and ends up sliding on the ground so he's on the floor underneath me. I end up falling on top of him, head hitting his chest.

"Fuck these jeans!" I yell angrily, breaking the awkward moment. Sollux chuckles and lifts up onto his elbows, causing me to fall over to the side.

"Th'orry dude, I can athk my brother if he ha'th a belt," He offers, kneeling to help me up off the floor. I rub the front of my head where it hit Sollux and take his hand. He easily pulls me off the ground and sets me properly onto my feet.

"You have a brother?"

Sollux looks uncomfortable for a few seconds before nodding. "Yeah, I told you remember? But I'll go ask him," He says quickly, absconding once again. I frown when I realize he had told me, but he didn't lisp when he answered me just now. I brush it off, keeping it at the back of my mind for the time being, and follow him down the hall. He goes into the room adjacent to his, not even bothering to knock.

""Hey 'Tuna! Do you have a belt or th'omething that I can borrow?" I hear him yell. A video game is apparently being played, because the sound of gunshots and screeching cars is silenced.

"Why do you need it?" A voice asks.

" A friend, do you or not?"

"Th'ure, calm your tit'th, over there."

I retreat back to the kitchen and sit down again, not wanting to repeat the falling incident. Sollux returns a few seconds later, tossing me a belt. I sigh and apply it to my jeans or whatever the fuck you want to call it. For them not dragging on the ground, I had to pull them almost to the bottom of my ribcage and roll up the hems about three times. I'm sure Sollux is holding back laughter, but I ignore him for the time being.

I look over and grab a slice of bread, popping it into my mouth. We silently eat for a few moments before I get up the nerve to speak again.

"So what should we do now?" I ask, contemplating whether or not to actually make a sandwich or just eat another piece of bread.

"Well, I have video games, and my computer, and my guitar, take your pick," He replies, brushing his hands free of any breadcrumb dust. I frown at the loaf of bread for a few seconds before grabbing another slice and turning to Sollux.

"We can start with video games I guess, it's only 4 o'clock," I say past a mouthful of bread. He nods in agreement and leads me back to his room. I follow quietly, glancing at the door that leads to his brothers room before following Sollux.

"So what sort of game do you want to play, Action, Mystery, Scary, I've probably got any kind that you would want," He says with a smirk, handing me a controller while turning on the game console and TV.

"I don't care, just fucking pick something," I reply, settling down on the floor in front of his bed.

He smirks at me before inserting a game and sitting next to me..

After about an hour of him kicking my ass at video games, I decided to rage quit, as per usually quitting methods by refusing to play anymore.

"FUCK YOU SOLLUX! FUCK! YOU!" I shout, throwing the controller at him and crossing my arms angrily, temporarily blocking out the pain it causes me. He continues to laugh despite my rage and simply shuts of the console.

"You th'uck at thith KK," He chuckles, standing up to walk over to his computer. I ignore him and stand up too, sitting on his bed. I open my mouth to yell more curses at him, but I'm interrupted by a ringtone.

Sollux curses and runs over to his phone, flipping it open and answering it.

"Th'up?"

He stands there listening for a few moments before glancing over at me. He silently hands it to me, blatantly ignoring my curious looks. When I answer, I understand why.

"Mom?"