Listening {Karkat X Reader X Dave}

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I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep after that. I was terrified of the dreams I might have. I had been in the hospital for about two weeks under my coma, and had only been awake for about two days. Still, that should have been enough to kick the poison or whatever out of me. I didn't know what or why, but something told me it wasn't gone. My only solution was to just not sleep.

The thing that had troubled me the most was that Dave hasn't even come to visit me once. He hadn't left flowers or even sent me a text. I knew he was Dave, but I couldn't help but wonder. What if he was avoiding me? What if he was the one who poisoned me? I suppose it wasn't his fault, since we didn't know each other very well, but I was almost disappointed.

A smiling Karkat walked into my room and sat next to me. I wasn't panicked because I had figured out that since he's smiling, we're not in my dream. I couldn't sit up, and assumed he knew that. He leaned over and hugged me for a long time, then planted a kiss on my cheek.

He took a hold of my hand and made sure to kiss it, too. I was extremely relieved by his touch. Karkat knew exactly what to do so that he could help me feel much better, and I was glad to have chosen him to stay with me for so long. Lost in my thoughts, I ignored the comforting silence and pondered of things Karkat had done to me through my life that made me feel better. Sometimes when times with Henry got cat too hopeless or frustrating, I recalled words or memories I had shared with Karkat. It often helped soothe the pain in my heart.

The door being slammed open was plenty more than enough to rattle me from me thoughts. I shot a glare towards the door, ready to stare down whoever chose to be that loud and disturbing in a hospital, but immediately melted when I saw who it was. No, I didn't melt in the good way, like when your crush calls you adorable or smirks at you perfectly, no. I melted from fear.

Henry strode in the door with watchful, judgemental eyes and his regular scowl. Mom scurried in behind him, with puffy eyes and a bright red nose. At least it appeared that she cared enough to cry.

"We heard you were finally awake!" Mom squealed, embracing me in a hug that hurt my lungs and ribs. I clenched my teeth and inhaled sharply, trying not to show how hurt I was. My attempt at a hug ended only with more violent shaking and panting, so I quit. As my mom released me from her death grip, the nurse walked in and began to speak to Henry.

Mom was stuttering and blabbering about how worried she was and how excited she was to see me okay, but I just wanted to release my anger at her more than anything. It saddened me that I was feeling angry at seeing my own mother for the first time after a long time of unconsciousness, but I couldn't help it. Her and Henry hadn't bothered to check on me the first day, they hadn't sent me any texts or other sorts of communicating messages, and now Mom was fine with Henry completely ignoring me.

I held back my feelings and gave Mom a reassuring smile anyway. "Is Adam here?" I questioned. IF there was anyone I could tell about this, it would be him. He always seemed to know how to react to Henry's and our mom's garbage. Sadly, my mom's sudden change in expression shot down my hopes.

"Honey, Adam was too busy with his extra school work. Henry has him taking all sorts of extra higher up classes! Isn't that great for him?" She tried a smile.

"Mom, quit faking it. We all know you're just as desperate to find a light in this situation as I am, you're just blinded by Henry's lies and you think everything will be okay. News flash: It's not," I sighed. I rolled away from her so I wouldn't have to look her in the eyes. I wasn't sure if I did it out of guilt, anger, or both. It was safe to assume that she decided it would be too difficult to try and defend herself, because I didn't hear anything else from her.

Karkat's being there made me thankful. After I heard the door click and everyone else exit, he immediately laid on the bed next to me so I could cry into his shirt. I felt bad for ruining it, not talking to him enough, and being such a wreck that all I could do was utter sorry after sorry to him. The charcoal haired boy was kind enough to stroke my hair and say kind things to me to calm me down. He said lots of things like "It's okay babe. I know," and "There there. I love you more than anything." I snuggled harder into his warm chest and probably ended up falling asleep in his arms quickly, thanks to the lack of rest I had experienced.

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