logah | (TW: BLOOD) JUST AN ORDINARY DINNER TO PLOT SHENANIGANS

Whether it was a misguided course of action or not, Kanaya and Karkat had agreed that they were going to plan a legitimate heist, which may or may not involve literally dressing up in costumes and trying to fool real people. Karkat was alternating between sophisticated focus and utter incredulity.

The two of them had met up at Kanaya's apartment so they could walk together through central park toward a local Outback Steakhouse, where Kanaya could get some red meat to suit her new diet. It was around 6:00 and the sun was starting to sink toward the horizon, casting the sky in a clear lavender-blue. It was still light enough for a number of people to be wandering around the park, kicking soccer balls and chatting. The air felt warm and still, and it was making Karkat regret bringing the dark grey jacket that he was wearing, however thin the material might have been.

As they walked, Karkat was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up with Kanaya's pace. He had never had trouble keeping up before; she probably didn't even realize that she was walking faster than usual. Maybe this was her normal pace now. Or maybe she's just hungry, Karkat thought as his stomach growled. It was getting hard to differentiate which aspects of Karkat's life were monster or magic related and which were completely normal. At least for the moment they could just enjoy a regular old night out, even if the goal of the evening was to discuss yet another crazy and ill-advised plan involving stealing blood to satisfy Kanaya's newly-formed vampire needs. They were mostly talking idly about normal things so far, though. Karkat figured that they would move on to the plan-making part once they had settled down for dinner and their brains weren't addled with hunger.

"How long a walk was it to this place again?" Karkat asked, never having actually been to the restaurant Kanaya had mentioned.

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As soon as Karkat started to ramble he groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically. Now he knew why people complained when he started going on about inane bullshit. "Okay, just shut up for a second, you're gonna give me a headache."

Experimentally he pulled his bloody shirt away from his neck and saw how the blood began to gush immediately. He shoved it back into place quickly, his face going a little grey. It was nowhere near the first time he'd bled severely but it had been a while.

He hurried to Kanaya's other side, using his good shoulder to support her and lift her up with Karkat's help. It was going to be a tricky trip to wherever the hell they lived. "I got her. You got a good arm you can spare for our bags? Don't really wanna lose all my shit and I imagine she wouldn't want her purse left out in the woods."

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Karkat scowled when Dave told him to shut up. He had a goddamn right to be upset in this situation. But at this point he was running on low enough energy that he just wanted Dave's cooperation so that they could get the fuck out of there.

"My hand hurts like fuck but the rest of my arm is mostly okay," Karkat grumbled. "Think you can hold her for a sec?" Karkat helped Dave get a better grip before hurrying to collect the bags. He ran back to grab Kanaya's other side as fast as he could. Dave's wound was not looking good.

"Fuck, are you sure you're okay? That looks seriously fucking nasty."

He could feel himself getting more and more light-headed but he refused to acknowledge it. They couldn't afford to have two people passed out and they needed to get out of there as fast as possible before the wolf returned. They couldn't go to the hospital either; too many questions. "It's fine," he said, deadpan. "Let's get out of here. Quick. We'll deal with me later."

Hoisting Kanaya up more comfortably, he guided them forward towards the edge of the park. It was good that it was late and almost no one was out and about. "Tell me where to go, we'll get there."

To say that the going was hard would be such a disgusting understatement that Karkat almost wanted to hysterically laugh his ass off over it. It was by far the least pleasant nighttime stroll of his life. He kept wanting to stop every few minutes to check and make sure Kanaya was still alive, but forced himself not to for the sake of getting to her house as fast as possible. Dave was starting to drag his feet and stumble over the sidewalk cracks, blood dripping down his arm. Any minute, Karkat felt like they were going to collapse.

Somehow, after what felt like a lifetime of feverishly dragging themselves toward the place, the three of them reached Kanaya's door. Karkat took a moment to thank every fucking god he could think of that Dave had thought to bring their bags, because Karkat hadn't even considered the the fact that they would need a key to get in.

After juggling Kanaya a bit so Karkat could dig the keycard out of her purse, they finally got the door open and made their way inside. Karkat could almost taste the relief that awaited them at the top of the elevator. He and Dave didn't exchange a word on the ride up; they were both too exhausted.

And then at last, Karkat was opening Kanaya's door and they had made it into the safety of her home.

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The trip back was increasingly horrible, the world swaying and twisting around him. He kept tripping up over his own feet and the flat sidewalk. He cursed his heart for racing the way it was, pumping more blood out of his wounds. His shirt, which he was now struggling to hold against his neck, was nearly soaked. There was no salvaging it at this point.

The relief was palpable when they finally made it through the door. They managed to get her to her room and onto her bed, though he felt bad for the sheets that would no doubt need replacing. Her wounds already seemed to be healing themselves though, and he envied her for it. His skin was pallid and sweaty, and he barely made it back out to the living room before he collapsed face first onto the floor, unconscious.

Karkat was still examining Kanaya, trying to convince himself that she was really going to be okay. The wounds were actually healing, and her breathing was even and normal. Really, there were no signs of poison. But just when he thought that maybe he could let himself relax, he heard an ominous thump from the other room.

"Dave?" Karkat scrambled to his feet and pushed through the door, ignoring the stabbing protests of his right hand where he had accidentally used it to turn the nob. His eyes turned to the floor where Dave was lying. "FUCKING SHITTING FUCK," Karkat yelled eloquently. "I fucking knew you weren't okay Strider you fucking asshole-muncher."

Karkat knelt to the ground and slowly pushed at Dave, rolling him over his good shoulder until he was on his back. Karkat's left fist clenched hard at the sight of all of the blood leaking from Dave's shoulder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Karkat muttered this to himself like a mantra as he tore off his own jacket (he never liked it much anyway) and wrapped it tightly around Dave's shoulder. Within seconds it was soaked through with blood.

Gingerly, Karkat slid an arm under Dave's back and slowly lifted his shoulders so his back was propped up on the nearby couch. A little elevation couldn't hurt. Once the bleeding slowed it would need to be cleaned. For the time being, he applied pressure to Dave's shoulder and hoped as hard as he could that the wound wasn't as bad as it looked.

After a few minutes, Karkat lifted the jacket and winced at what he saw. The bleeding had thankfully slowed considerably, but Dave would definitely need stitches. Karkat retied the jacket to keep some pressure on it while he got up (he wobbled and nearly fell over from the remnants of his adrenaline, lingering hunger, and exhaustion from the fight) and made his way to Kanaya's bathroom to look for more supplies. He probably wouldn't be able to wash the cut cleanly with water until Dave woke up, but hopefully Kanaya would have some antibiotic cream and bandages. It didn't take long to locate a first aid kit under her sink, and he hurriedly carried it back out to where he'd left Dave.

Karkat's lips pressed into a thin line. Dave's skin looked ashen, and blood was getting all over the couch and the floor. Karkat shook himself and went back to Dave's side, carefully removing the jacket again and using it to wipe up a bit of the blood before applying the ointment and using the gauze to wrap it up tightly again. It was definitely still bleeding, but Karkat didn't know how to administer stitches so this was the best he could do for now. He wanted to check on Kanaya again, but with her accelerated healing and no evidence of poison, Dave was almost certainly in more danger. So Karkat stayed with him and monitored the wound, changing the bandages when the first ones bled through.

"If you die on me, I'll fucking kill you, Strider," mumbled Karkat, voice exhausted and strained.

(TW: BLOOD) JUST AN ORDINARY DINNER TO PLOT SHENANIGANS | CLOSED TO KANAYA & DAVE

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