I'm afraid I'm alone

[theaerothing]

Who: John and OPEN
Time: A few weeks after he first started suffering the symptoms of mako poisoning (oh hell, before if you want. Any time during his forced bed rest, its up to you.)
Where: His room, where he's been confined.
Summary: John's been on bed rest since he horked his guts in the main room. The worst of it has run its course and now that

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[carcinology]

Karkat, for one, had been visiting John pretty regularly. In fact, his visits worked somewhat like clockwork-- he always mapped out where everyone in the area was to ensure he wouldn't wander in to check on the idiot on anyone else's time, and he always slipped back out of the room before anyone could catch him there. He was pretty sneaky when he wanted to be, and in this case he definitely wanted to be.

If only because he was worried as fuck about John's health, because he didn't fully remember how long he had been sick for as a child when he'd battled through the mako poisoning.

This day in particular, John seemed to be looking better (though Karkat knew not to trust that, in part because John could be a pretty good actor when he wanted something, and also in part because mako poisoning was one of those things that made you feel all right and then kicked your ass tenfold). Karkat slipped into the room and slid his hands into his pockets, plodding slowly over to the bespectacled boy's bed. Before he even announced his presence, he slid one hand out of his pocket and brushed it under John's mop of wild hair, checking his temperature.

"You're still alive," he offered quietly.

[thewindything]

It was likely then that Karkat had seen him during the worst of the poisoning. Where he had been fighting for his life and his sanity. Not one of his finest moment, what little he actually remembers of it. He did remember Karkat though, he was always there.

Whether he realized it or not, Karkat was probably one of the things that helped him survive.

But today he was looking better, despite feeling like he'd been hit by a train. He fluttered his eyes open when he felt the hand on his forehead. Bright blue even with the dim lighting of the room. He gave him a small lopsided grin (arund his stupid teeth).

"Couldn't kill me that easy."

[carcinology]

It had scared him witless, because he was so sure he was losing him, just like he'd lost his father. He didn't want to have to kill another member of his family, turned into a monster-- he couldn't.

His throat closed up a little at the worn look on John's face, but he quirked a brief grin.

"Sure as hell tried."

[thewindything]

John closed his eyes over again for a moment before trying push himself into a sitting up position. He was still pretty physically exhausted but he could manage.

He smiled a little wider at Karkat.

"Oh, it tried, but I still won. I promised I would."