Your waiting in the waiting room pulling out your hair. People are staring at you but you dont give a fuck. Only one this is on your mind. John.
Why? Why were'nt you there? What did he do to deserve this? Its all your fault. You dont notice the first time the Dr calls your name.
He yells a second time. You head shoots up quickly.
"Is-is he alright?" you choke out the question.
"He's fine" He tells you. He had a nasty deep knife wound and lost a lot of blood but it's all stitched up now and we were able to re -place the lost blood quickly. Would you like to see him? You nod your head fast. He leads you through the hallway and into Johns room.
"karkat!" he shouts but begins to cough afterwards. You go right by his side and rub his back. After he stops he pulls you into a tight hug. You cant help but cry. You thought you might have lost him. He lost so much blood and who knows how long he was on the ground before you came home. One important question comes to mind. Who the fuck did this to him. You break from the hug to look him in the eyes.
"Who did this?" you ask calmy.
"I dont really know" he says quitely. It was dark and I was sleeping on the couch. I heard the door open but I just figured it was you. I got up but someone pushed me to the ground. There were two of them. One was by the door looking out. The other one kicked me a couple of times. I blacked out a little but when I woke up there was blood every where. I crawled to the bathroom to get my cell phone but I was weak and my legs felt weird. It took me a long time but when I finally got to the bathroom I blacked out again. Then you came home.
Things were pretty quite for a few minutes before you broke the silence.
"I should have been there" you mumble.
"Kar-" he begins but you cut him off.
"No John!" say say louder. I should have stayed like you ask me to. But no I had to go to work like a fucking idiot!
"You didnt know this would happen" he says calmly.
"Still!". Its my job to be there for you and I was'nt. You're crying harder for some reason. You cant bear the thought of loosing him. You look away from him in embarresment. He takes your hand and pulls you close into a hug. You stay in that position until what seemed like forever before the Dr came in.
"Sorry but needs to rest." he says. I'll need you to leave for now but you can come back tomarrow. You turn to John,
give him a good bye kiss and exchange "I love you's" before leaving the hospital. It's not so late out so instead of going straight home you go for a walk.
A lot of things are going through your head untill you feel a hand on your shoulder. Before you can turn around the person greets you in a familiar way.
"Hows it going Faggot?" the voice says.
Clift hanger! Hehe. Well here you go. A horrible crapy chapter done instead of Hw. I feel Accomplished.