I woke up at around 3. My eyes fluttered open as I looked up at my lovely, sleeping matesprit. He grimaced in his sleep though, and soon he was moving and grunting as if something were wrong.

"Another nightmare, huh? It's okay love. Shhhchchch… relax Kurloz…" I had said quietly to him, kissing his cheek. It seemed to stick for a few minutes so I allowed myself to go back to my dreams. I was in mid dream when I heard something loud. At first I ignored it. But it got gradually louder and louder. I could hear in my ears,

Honk…

Honk… honk…

Hoooooooooooooooooonkkkkkkkkkk hoooooooooooooonkkkkkkkkkkk…

And then suddenly, the sound was a long constant noise. Something… a siren? Had the drones come?

That's when my eyes flung open. My next reaction was instinctual. I looked at Kurloz. And I was utterly shocked at what I saw. He was sitting up, tears streaming down his face, uttering a blood-curdling scream. His eyes were open, but instead of the shaded greyish indigo irises, they were filled with a violet-pinkish hue that was, as I assumed, a part of something foretold in the juggalo worship he had wrapped so much of his life around. His entire body was shuddering, and there was a violet aura rippling from his figure. All I could hear was the sound, but I moved closer to him and threw my arms around him, draping myself over his back like a cape. He continued to emit the vast honk, for what could have been minutes or hours, before he finally untensed. I was a little confused at first when my ears where still ringing, but I told myself calmly,

"it's alright Meulin, that noise was loud. It'll go away soon."

I saw Kurloz look back at me at my post. Head on his shoulder, arms draped over him. He was shaking now, but he seemed to have recovered quickly. He turned around to look at me.

I saw him move his lips. But no sound was heard, only the constant ringing.

"What? What did you say?" I tried to utter. Still no sound. I only knew I had spoken because I could feel my throat vibrating.

He pointed at me and said it again. Then he touched one of my ears. When he pulled it away, there was olive blood dripping off of his fingers.

"Wha…" I frantically put both hands up to my ears and brought them back down. They were both covered in my own blood, just as Kurloz's fingers had been.

Kurloz's already tear stained face began to drip with the indigo rivers again. I could've sworn he said, "Meulin please tell me you can hear me," but I only stared blankly forward in shock as the sounds were lost in the ringing.

This couldn't be happening.

"K-Kurloz…." I muttered. I didn't know if he could actually hear me or not, but he continued to look at me with intense worry.

"I…,"

"I think I'm… Deaf."