John's Apartment, 12:30 p.m.
"Gamzee, Vriska said to never move on, but if I don't, I'll be stuck in this rut till the day I die. What should I do?"
"Hey, bro. Just move on. The bitch is dead. It's her fault she's dead. She didn't take care of herself." John stood up to punch Gamzee in the face for saying that about his dead wife, but decided against it.
Where would he get the drugs?
Who would he talk to when he felt like... suicide?
He hated that feeling. He needed to quit smoking this... filthy stuff that his dad hated his own son for doing.
"O-okay." John said. Then everything went black.
John's Apartment, Tuesday, 12:50
This was normal for John. The drugs did this to him. It didn't have this effect on Gamzee, though.
"Bro... Bro... WAKE UP MOTHERFUCKER!" Gamzee yelled in his ear. John woke up and flicked Gamzee's nose.
"What?!"
"You need to be more social."
"Could this wait? My head hurts."
John stood up and walked over to the troll. He grimaced at the pain in his head and looked in the fridge for milk, or as Terezi called it, 'M4LK'.
"I'm out of milk. I'll go get some later." He grabbed a Faygo. "Oh my gosh." The pain got worse. "Gamzee! Take me to the hospital. PLEASE!" John screamed, a loud ringing making him seem deaf. He saw Dave running down the stairs (he lived in a two story house apartment) with Gamzee following not far behind. Dave picked John up and carried him to the car.
East Side Hospital, Tuesday, 1:32 p.m.
John? Joo-oohn?" Dave whispered into John's ear. John didn't move.
"Mr.- oh here! You must stay here for a little bit until we can keep you from doing drugs. Do you even realize how badly this can ruin your life?!" The doctor realized she was raising her voice but went back to her soft, quiet voice.
"And you must stay for therapy." The doctor said.
"Hey. Listen here bitch-" Gamzee was cut off by Dave who had started showing feelings for John after Vriska died. "Okay, Gamzee, shut the fuck up. When are visiting hours?" Dave asked.
"Four to Eight." the doctor said.
"Thanks." Dave said, smiling. Dave walked back over to John. "Dude, your so fucked up. What got into you? Did he overdose?!" Dave asked Gamzee.
"Yeah bro. Crazy right?!" Gamzee replied.
East Side Hospital, Wednesday, 4:05 p.m.
John woke up the next day. When he looked up he saw his dad walking in.
"WHAT THE HECK JOHN! WHY? WHY!" John winced at being yelled at. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU COULD HAVE DIED!"
"Excuse me? Are you related to this man?" The nurse asked John.
"He is my father." John coughed.
"You need to speak up." The nurse said.
"He is my dad." John said louder.
"Oh. Sir? Can I speak to you?" The nurse asked John's father. "Of course." John's father said, calming down.
"Okay." The nurse took John's father into the hallway. "Will you be able to take your son... Home?"
"Wha- Oh my. Back with me?!" John's father rubbed his temples. "Sure. Of course."
Well, this chapter is done! Hope all you unicorns like it!