> BLUEKAT: 8E THE CRIPPLE

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Characters: Karkat Vantas (AU) and YOU.
Setting: Infirmary
Format: I'm gonna go brackets, because I'm lazy.
Summary: Karkat's still healing from Vriska's attack, and now he's feeling even more paranoid than usual.
Warnings: Karkat's paranoia is also pretty crippling, give him a minute to calm down

[Being in the infirmary for a week has really done a number on Karkat's psyche. Truthfully, sitting still for this long is really starting to get old, but considering the hospital staff won't talk to him, he's unbelievably afraid of getting up and walking around. So he simply stays, staring like a zombie at the ceiling, pupils slightly shrunken into their sockets.

He has to get out of here. What if Vriska snaps again? Or worse, what if Terezi snaps? WHAT IF THE WHOLE TOWER WANTS HIM DEAD, WHY THE FUCK IS HE STILL HERE.......

Pull it together, Karkat, you're being a nooksucking idiot. Keep calm and lay still.]

Comments

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes again and smiles back.]

You should be!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

From the bottom of my heart.

[Sticking his tongue out.]

...but seriously, you don't have to come down here all the time. I'll manage.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She makes a grab for it.]

I wouldn't come down here if I didn't want to.

[Also it's her fault he's here anyway, so...]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[No, he learned from the last time, and quickly sucks it in his mouth.]

You still feel obligated.

[...yeah sorry, he knows.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She frowns, then shakes her head.]

No. But I should have stopped Vriska. Then you wouldn't have been hurt.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I won't say I'm glad you did it, but at least I know you keep promises better than she does.

I'm just sorry it got you killed.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Vriska never stops lying, ever. You shouldn't trust her.

[She props herself up on her elbow.]

It was quick, and then I was waking up in my room. It wasn't horrible.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I don't. Not entirely.

[But then, he doesn't really just anyone entirely at this point.]

That doesn't really make it any more ok.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Good.

[WHAT A JERK.]

No, but I am fine! You aren't.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I lived, you didn't.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[SIIIGH.]

You are so stubborn.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

No, just being honest.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She pokes at him absentmindedly.]

What should I bring you tomorrow?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I don't need anything else. You've done enough.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Shh! What have they been feeding you?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Oatmeal.

[Making a face.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, aiming another swat at his head.]

I will bring you real food tomorrow!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Ok, that makes him perk up a bit.]

Yeah, let's go with that.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

See? I am the best and you should be marveling at my generosity.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah, relax with that.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Nope!

[She scoots closer, poking at his stomach.]

Maybe I will if you admit it.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He feels a surge of panic when her finger approaches his torso and promptly moves to slap it away.

And then promptly looks embarrassed. Stupid paranoia.]

...sorry. Couldn't help it.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

You are such a wriggler. How do I even put up with you?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

It's my ridiculous good looks and charming personality, obviously.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She considers this.]

No. Definitely not that.