A/N: Mondays suck! I had so much homework, and I was on my computer, and thought 'fuck it, I'm writing more of Broken, that will make everything better!' Needless to say, that was two and a half hours ago. In fact, I wrote myself out of Monday, and into Tuesday...

Anywho, you know the drill, I don't own Homestuck, just these human designs


"Fussyfangs, is that you?" I heard a cracking voice ask, shocking me out of the half-conscious state I was in.

"Vriska! How do you feel?" I shot up and walked over to her bed.

"Like I was hit by a fucking truck! Whatever happened must have been bad considering I can't even feel one of my arms, and they bandaged my face." She turned her face towards me, making me realize that I had been standing on her blind side. "And hey, why are you here, don't you have class? Don't tell me the perfect student started skipping." She broke into a huge toothy grin that quickly morphed into a grimace of pain.

"Vriska, it's June." I replied, worried that in top of everything else she had memory loss. However, she surprised me by laughing, but the action looked awkward as she tried not to move her face too much.

"I totally knew that! Whoops." She shook her head back and forth, a slight blush covering her cheeks. Suddenly her head stopped and her eye locked onto the bandaging covering her shoulder. A small choked noise escaped her as her hand flew to the amputated limb. Her head shot up and she locked gazes with me, a terrified expression on her face, her eye so wide I could see white on all sides of her dark blue iris. "What… how… I…" she tried several times, only for her voice to crack and die off after the first word.

"There was an explosion in your apartment. It took off your arm, and the damage was too severe to try and reattach it. Also, the doctors are pretty sure that you're going to lose vision in your left eye." Tears welled up in her eyes. Suddenly she launched herself at me, her good arm wrapping around my body, seeking comfort in a friend.

I had known Vriska for twelve years, and never once had I seen the girl cry; she was the strongest person emotionally I knew. Sure there were times when unshed tears sparkled in her eyes, but never had I seen them fall. So to have a hysterically weeping Vriska in my arms was possibly the most frightening thing in my life. I couldn't think of anything else to do other than wrap my arms around her shaking figure and try to offer her the comfort she so obviously needed. I stroked her long hair and whispered comforts in her ear, which, in reality, I knew couldn't help a damn thing.

"… eifht bll…" was mumbled into my shoulder. Pulling back slightly I looked into her red-rimmed eye and cocked my head to the side, one eyebrow raised in confusion. "I remember. What happened, that is. There was a package, and inside was a magic eight ball. It had some weird message on it, and when I went to throw it, the thing clicked and then exploded in my face."

"Who sent you the thing?" I asked, anger flashing through my system. If what Vriska was saying was true then someone wanted this to happen to her.

"I'm not sure, there was no return address or labels of any kind." She explained.

"You need to tell the police! Some psycho sent you a killer eight ball in the mail! How does someone even get that in the mail? Aren't there rules about these kinds of things? And shouldn't someone be checking the packages?" I started ranting.

"Fussyfangs-"

"Or is the postal service really that stupid? Some psycho can just be like 'I'm going to send a bomb in the mail, and no one is going to stop me!'. What the hell!"

"Kan-"

"I'm going to call the postal office and tell them exactly what's wrong with them! Then I'm going to get your mailman fired! More than fired! I'm going to make sure he never has another job in his life!"

"KANAYA!"

"What?!"

"You're rambling." A deadpan Vriska informed me, effectively shutting me up. A blush painted my cheeks when I realized that I just totally lost it in a hospital room when I should have been comforting my injured friend. "It's ok. I know that's what happens when you get nervous or flustered. It's actually rather cute." She offered me a small smile. If my cheeks were only pink before I'm sure that they were now a bright beet red.

"I'm sorry. That was totally insensitive of me."

"Nah, it was a fun distraction." She sniffed and smirked slightly. "You must have really freaked out."

"Huh?"

"When you heard about me, I mean, look at you!"

"I'm still not following."

"Kan, you're wearing jeans and a t-shirt! You have on no makeup, and you didn't even do your hair. I mean, did you simply brush it, that's not the Maryam way! It's like the fashion apocalypse." She grinned, getting entertainment from mocking me.

Before I could open my mouth and embarrass myself further the doctor walked into the room, thankfully saving me, as I had no idea how to respond to that one.

"Ah, Miss Serket, you're awake. I'm Doctor Peixes, I oversaw your surgery. How are you feeling?" She asked Vriska in an oddly peppy voice.

"You're honestly asking me that?" Vriska's good eye narrowed and I sensed a major bitch-out coming on.

"She said she's in pain." I interjected before Vriska could tell off her doctor. Not the best idea when you're checked into the hospital. Then again, Vriska was never one for doing the "smart thing".

Dr. Peixes turned to me, then looked back at Vriska as she deflated slightly. "That's to be expected. Other than any aching, do you have any sharp pains, or any major discomforts?"

"No. I itch, and that's uncomfortable, but no, no sharp pains." Vriska surprised me by actually answering the doctor's question, and not giving some sarcastic remark.

"Yes, itching is common when a limb has been amputated." This earned a cringe from both Vriska and myself, but the doctor just continued, "As long as there's no sharp pains I'm going to hold off on any strong pain medications. If any sharp pains develop you can inform someone by pressing your call button."

"How long do you think I'll be here?" Vriska asked, shifting slightly to get comfortable while sitting up.

"That depends. As long as no complications arise, I'd say you could probably leave within the week." The doctor smiled brightly, obviously thinking this would be good news, but it only caused Vriska to grimace. "Right, so call if you need anything." Dr. Peixes shifted uncomfortably and then turned. Just as she was about to leave the room she turned and spoke again, "Miss Maryam, would you mind coming with me? It'll only take a moment."

"Um, will you be okay alone for a bit?" I asked Vriska, uneasy to leave the girl alone at the moment.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Go talk with the obnoxiously colored doctor." She smirked, making sure she said it loud enough Dr. Peixes to hear her. I knew I should have been upset with Vriska for the comment, but her old bitchy nature coming back made me feel a little better, even if the comment held none of the usual venom. I sighed, and got up to follow the doctor out of the room.

Once we were out of earshot of Vriska's room I ran a hand through my short, Pixie-styled hair and apologized for Vriska's comment.

"Don't worry about it, I know my scrubs are a bit… distracting." She grinned brightly. "But that's besides the point. Your friend has just gone through a very traumatic experience, but this is just the beginning. She's going to have to adapt to a very new way of living."

"Ok, but why couldn't you tell her all this? Why take me out into the hall to talk to me about her life?"

"I can tell Vriska is a very… strong spirit. I doubt she'd take well to me telling her she needs help. Am I right?" I smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Right, so, like I said, she's going to need help, and a lot of it. As I understand she lives alone right now. I wouldn't advise that. She could very possibly go through a bout of depression, and she should have a strong support system."

"Ok, so what can I do?" I questioned, a little worried where this conversation was going.

"She considers you her closest friend. I think you should, no, I think you need to be that support system. I'd advise that you stay with her, make sure she knows that she's not alone, and that her accident hasn't changed anything between you two."

"Of course it hasn't!" I interjected, cross that she'd even suggest such a thing.

"Well, make sure she knows that. She's going to need a friend now more than ever Miss Maryam. Make sure she has that friend." And with that the doctor walked away.

I sighed heavily, knowing immediately that I'd take Vriska in, even if it was against the strong-willed girl's wishes. Dr. Peixes was right, Vriska needed a friend right now, and like it or not, I was what she was stuck with. I started walking back to Vriska's room when a thought stopped me. I was supposed to call Tavros and let him know Vriska had woken up, but I had left my phone in my purse, in Vriska's room.

Starting back towards her room again, I tried to figure out how I was going to talk Vriska into staying with me for a while. She was never the type of person that accepted charity well, claiming that she could take care of herself. I had to present my offer in a way that made it seem like I was the one that needed her, and not the other way around. Entering her room with no ideas, I decided that I'd talk to Tavros and cross the living condition bridge when I got to it.

"Hey, what did the doctor want?" Her one eye followed my movements as I gracefully sat onto the rock-hard couch.

"Some paperwork. There was something I had to sign saying that I agreed to be your emergency contact that someone forgot to mention." I lied smoothly.

"Oh, right. Well, I didn't think I'd end up in the hospital when I filled out that sheet. It was only for a job, and I couldn't think up of anyone else!" She tried to defend herself.

"It's fine, I don't mind. Anyway, I have to call your neighbor, Tavros." I started to rummage through my purse for my cell phone.

"Fairy Boy? Why?" She asked with a small laugh.

"Vriska! You shouldn't insult him, he's the one that called the ambulance for you!" I chastised her, thinking that the kind guy didn't deserve her insults.

"What? Oh, no, that's not an insult! He's really into fairies. He actually had written books on them. It would be like him calling me Spider Girl. And he called the ambulance? Damn, I guess I owe him."

"Yes, you do." With nothing else to say I dialed the number in my phone. Once he picked up I explained that Vriska had woken up, and that she seemed to be doing fine.

"Seems fine? I am perfectly fine!" A mock-offended Vriska shouted loud enough for Tavros to hear her. He actually laughed a bit at that, and asked if he could come and see her. "Eh, why not?" She replied when I asked if she wanted to see him. He said he'd be over in a few hours, and then ended the conversation.

I took a deep breath, knowing that I needed to get the living arrangement conversation over with since I had a couple hours to kill.

"Vris-"

"Kan-"

We both spoke at the same time, and snapped our mouths shut once we realized the other wanted to speak.

"Go ahead Fussyfangs." She gave the best mock bow she could in her current position.

"Vriska, I need to ask you to do something. For me. Definitely for me, because it would make me feel much better." There I went rambling again.

"What?" Her eyebrow scrunched down, and I knew that the other one would have been raised if I could have seen it.

"Well, I worry about you, you know that. Ever since third grade when I started trying to keep you out of detention."

"Oh yeah, good times. That's when you started becoming a major meddler."

"Right, well this… well it wasn't an accident, but we'll just call it that for now I guess. This accident made me realize that I'm actually really far away, and it takes me well over an hour to reach you if something happens. And that scares me a bit."

"Get to the point Kanaya, I already hurt, I don't need a headache from trying to figure out what you want on top of everything else."

"Vriska, would you move in with me?"