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dancingbabya-notes · 2 years ago

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There is supposed to be an explanation (fyi I wrote this sometime in 2018-19) But um welcome to my previous era of writing walls of text ^-^

Gamzee x oc

summery: Zalara was walking to work like normal (does it show that I've never had a 'real job' before?) when she happens on her co worker who is severely injured.

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I was walking down the street, as the chilly September winds blew through my warm long hair. The hairs upon the back of my neck stood on end as a shiver sped down my long sleeve shirt. Distracted by the quick chill I found that I had almost stumbled over a pair of purple conversed feet. Following the feet up I found that they belonged to the lanky clown I was working with. Gamzee Makara.

“Woah, hey there sis,” he grins lazily, the quickest way that I identified the Makara was his wild curls, but I couldn’t dismiss the pain dancing across his features while he held onto his side tightly.

“What are you doing here?” I ask walking a bit closer, splatters of purple blood were visible around him and soaking through what I could only assume as a paper-thin shirt.

“Just chilling, that is until I have to all up and go in for work,” he informs me, and just for a split second as I step closer does a look of panic flash on his painted face.

“I’m headed to work right now actually; do you want to chill in the break room till your shift? It will give me a chance to wrap you up and you always keep a spare set of clothes at work to sit in,” I advocate reaching my dominant arm to his left, which isn’t strewn across his mid-section.

With a raised brow he hesitantly pulls his own lanky form off the frozen ground. “How would you all up and know all of that Zalara?”

“I’m the assistant manager. I need to know this stuff; besides I have some time before my shift. I can clean you up in enough time,” I answer grabbing his hand.

“Thanks sis,” he mumbles, his pride obviously shot since I noticed his wound so early on.

“Well depending on how long you’ve been sitting there, love, I would say that when your shift came around, I would have gotten a call from your roommate about you being in the hospital, not meaning ant insult to injury, but it would have been a lot more serious by the time she realized it,” I inquire muttering quietly by the end.

“Rezi sis isn’t my roommate no more,” he groans from what I can only assume is the strong pain on his left side.

Slowing down I assist him in slinging his left arm across my shoulders, so he is leaning on me as a sort of crutch. Silence envelopes between us, and I continue to lug him to the best of my ability to the deeper part of Beforus Square. Stumbling into the back door proved a task while somehow, we managed to get into the break room without any added injury. Now, sitting Gamzee down was the easy part he welcomed it, but getting him to expose the wound to me was indeed a task.

“Gamzee! Take off the damn shirt before I come back with the medical kit,” I shout glaring at the man before turning like a whip on my heel and walking out swiftly.

Opening the break room door, I slammed it shut as I walk to the closet. Rummaging through the disaster that is the cleaning supplies I finally find the large medical box that we keep. Picking it up I start the short walk back into the break room. Pushing things around in a closet had calmed me down a bit but my blood pusher was not prepared for the sight that I had walked into. Gamzee was lanky but by no means did that make him weak, there was small carvings of the visible definition in his form that was probably a result of chucking supplies in his other job at the post office. I walk closer and push the box onto the table, so I could open it and asses Gamzee’s predicament farther, but the closer I got I realized that there were scars big or small littering his tanned skin, and I chewed mindlessly on my lip clearing my throat to let him know I was back.

“It’s not too bad sis, see?” he gestures to the large gash embedded in his left side.

“To hell it’s not bad! Sit down on the table.” I order crossing my arms with a frown pressed firmly on my lips.

Pulling out a prepared cloth I stared immediately cleaning around his wound, being careful not to poke or probe the wound quite yet. His body went stiff as soon as the peroxide cloth touched his cool skin, and I was surprised by how calm he was during the while cleaning. His rich purple blood was still trickling out but slowly now, and with the wound mostly cleaned I look over the depth and location of the wound taking a large breath of relief that I didn’t know I needed.

“How?” I whisper placing one of a bandages across his stomach reaching around to begin the slow process of wrapping it around his body.

“What sis?” he asks playing dumb, he makes the slightest bit of eye contact with me while I manage to reach around his back to grab the opposing end of the bandage.

“Hold this,” I demand gesturing to the end of the bandage with a roll of my eye as his hand takes over from where my smaller one had been. “You know what I mean don’t joke.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismisses the subject without even a second glance in my direction.

“Whatever,” I mumble wrapping the bandage tightly around him and then finally taping it off.

“Thanks, assistant manager sis,” he chuckles as a smile spread on his face like jelly on toast.

“Just be ready to work when your shift comes around. I’ll get your living situation resolved by the end of our shifts,” I explain walking into the woman’s locker room.

I hold his bloodied white shirt in my hand and load it into the washer, changing into my uniform and adding my clothes into the load as well. Purple blood was everywhere, and my stomach turned slightly at the thought of how or when he could have gotten the wound, ideas, and such dancing in the back of my mind before I finally shook them out to walk toward the door again. Letting out a rather large sigh for my small form I walk into the break room to see Gamzee leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted in his uniform clothes. His pants balled on the ground next to the door and his hands folded on his stomach, making a soft smile slip onto my lips before grabbing the article and striding back into the locker room. I send a quick look toward my phone as I quick l open it and send a message to the contact labeled Asst. Manager. When we first started working together, I think it was almost a year ago or more, I had never expected to have such a hard-working person around.

“Zalara it’s almost time for your shift,” our manager Violet calls from the door.

“Just a minute Vi,” I giggle shaking out the clothes quickly.

Before I can load the clothes, I notice jingling noises from his pockets, with a roll of my eyes I empty his pockets into my locker and put them in. After making sure everything is all done, I start the washer and walk out into the hall to start my shift quickly punching in my card officially starting my shift. As soon as I get to the floor, I send a grin to the door.

“Lazlo!” screeches a small voice and I quickly notice the head of black hair.

“James! That’s rude,” scolds the woman holding his hand.

“You must be the new nanny,” I inquire raising a brow at the erotically dressed woman.

“Yup,” A little pop with the p before sending me a narrow-eyed glare. “What’s it to you?”

With a roll of my eyes, I bend down toward the child with a smile. “So, where do you wanna sit today, Captain James?”

“The corner,” he grins with a look in his eye. “I’m meeting a friend today.”

“Oh really? What’s their name so I can send them your way when they get here?” I ask while leading them to the corner booth.

“Dammek, your friend Tavros is bringing them here,” he states with an excited grin on his face.

“Oh, cool. I’ll make sure to say hello when they get here,” I chuckle placing the menus in front of them.

Walking away back to the front of the shop waiting for the next customers, taking quick paces as I wait at least five minutes before making my way back to the table. Cas, Jones, and May are walking around as well, and Cas sends me a frustrated frown as I stop and turn to ask what is wrong. Before I can make it back to the corner booth, I feel a great pressure on my head throwing my body off balance. A deep humming noise fills my ears as I roll my eyes and shoo Cas away. Before I can pull away and face the tall young man, I’m pulled against him as his long arms snake around my waist.

“So Zalara sis, how are you holding up?” Gamzee’s lazy drawl makes me groan.

“Gamzee, could you please remove your head from my head it’s hard to keep my balance and speak to you like this,” I grumble shaking him off a little.

“Nah, you’re warm,” he mutters burying his face into my neck.

“Okay . . .” I mumble turning back to send a ‘get your little scrawny ass up here’ look.

He takes my spot and I grab my tablet and grab Gamzee’s hand walking away from the floor or at least away from the customers. “Gamzee!” I frown facing the tall man.

“What? It’s so boring back here, there’s nothing to do,” he whines making a small smile form on my lips.

“Wanna start your shift? It’ll end earlier,” I explain opening my tablet and typing into the menu of things that connect to the work computer.

“Sure, I don’t mind all up and working right now,” he nods excitedly.

“You’ll be taking my tables today then I guess while Cas and I take turns managing the front.” I explain before taking another glance in his direction.

Both of us walk out to the front and Cas rolls his eyes at me when two people walk in. I immediately recognize the awkward man with a Mohawk fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt, now the little boy standing next to him without even looking up is wearing shades, and not just any kind of shades super dark tinted shades that makes me wonder how in the fuck this kid walks around.

“Hi Tavros, and this must be Dammek,” I smile toward the pair, the young boy looks up at me and I noticed dusted at the bottom of his shades on his cheeks is white freckles.

“Oh, uh hi Zalara. We are supposed to uh be meeting someone who should already be here,” Tavros clarifies sending me a weak smile before I can say anything.

“I know, he made sure to tell me and make sure that you both got the best seat in the café. I’ll lead the way,” I smile grabbing a coloring pad and menu for Tavros.

Both males follow me, and James jumps up running over to the shockingly tall boy and hugging him like his life depended on it. I giggle as a light bronze blush dances on the cheeks of Dammek’s warm face.

“So, have you figured out what you would like to start off with or would you like a little longer?” I ask watching as both boys animatedly speak between one another.

“I’ll have a lemon water, and James said he would have a supreme chocolate. Does that cost a lot?” the nanny asks with an unsure brow raised.

“No, don’t worry. Mr. Strider comes in personally to pay off the tab for James here,” I shake my head crossing my arms.

“Uh, Zalara can I have a small coffee and Dammek said he wants some soda any kind is fine,” Tavros interjects.

“Alright, so a mix mash, supreme chocolate, a lemon water, and a coffee. I’ll be back with your drinks, Gamzee will be serving you for the rest of your stay here so, have a lovely afternoon,” I answer walking away from the table.

A few more customers come in, usually regulars a few new faces and as always James orders more, and more food making me giggle as I assist Gamzee with the food delivery.

“I have a hot pocket cake, some galaxy fries and two bowls of Mish mash potatoes. James what did I say about too much sugar,” I frown holding the tray containing all of those foods that I had named.

“I didn’t do it. Dammek did! He said he has never tried any of the stuff that I have.” James explains in a whine.

“Alright well, here is your food,” I sigh placing the plates on the table for both of the boys.

Gamzee was coming up behind me with more food and I attempted to move out of his way by moving to my left which blocked James’ nanny from seeing behind me.

“Could you move?” she replies before I can do anything.

I cannot deny that watching Gamzee work is fascinating, but this girl was already on my nerves with the way she dressed and how little attention she was giving James to begin with. Gamzee walks up next to me and happily places the plates on the table.

“Thanks for helping me Lil’ mama,” he grins.

I could see the ghost of a claw like scratch raking across his face that was only covered outside of work, I was told by his emergency contact that the makeup he wore was a religious symbol. So, I was quite in shock the first time that he worked with me, and he was completely makeup free, and how dazzling he looked in the uniform. The thing about our uniform is that we needed to look the part, of what? Butlers, but not the whole shebang or like Sebastian in Black butler. Boys donned long black slacks, with a white button up and a red or black vest, also wearing the appropriate shoes, while girls were to wear shorts and stockings of choice with a white button up, and suspenders with the appropriate shoes. Girls usually tied their hair back or used a clip to pull it back. Gamzee was one of the few men with long hair and always had it tied back, so no one argued at all, when he was on the floor women adored him.

“Hello, how many is it?” I greeted the older Nitram male.

“Just me today,” he answers.

“Follow me then,” I send a weak smile in his direction while walking him over to the seating area.

“Thanks doll,” he grins pushing his hair back into place as the bronze streak scatters a bit.

“So, can I get you anything to drink?” I ask holding my little note pad.

“Just some water and possibly your number,” he tries to be suave.

“Hun, that hasn’t worked once any time that you’ve actually come in here. I’ll be back with your water in a moment.” I roll my eyes walking away to the kitchen.

“That bad today huh?” Seth, the main cook, asks looking back at me.

“Rufioh is here. I really am not in the mood for this today. Seth, help me, please?” I whine looking up at the man.

“How about today you have a chocolate supreme with your lunch and you have the special,” he offers platting the food and ruffling my hair.

“Alright sounds nice, I think I’m going to need it,” I smiles weakly before grabbing the water and making my way out of the kitchen.

Placing the cup on the table I send a large smile to the difficult male and hold my tray beginning to walk away.

“Wait, doll. . .” before he can finish Vi comes out and looks at me.

“Hey Zalara, I’m going to take over your tables I got it synced to my tablet so why don’t you take a break,” she smiles patting my back.

“Thanks Vi, I really appreciate it,” I chuckle walking toward the back and when I get into the break room there is a hot plate of (fav food) and a chocolate supreme.

I smile at the gesture Seth always had a way of making me feel better through food. Sitting down to eat I stare at the menacing phone that I barely use, I only knew a few people who had room, but all of them wouldn’t even think about letting Gamzee stay after rumors about his father started circulating between our friends.

“Jupiter wouldn’t mind at all, but I’m not sure how to bring it up to her,” I sigh twirling the device in my hand before attempting to unlock it.

Taking a deep breath and one more sip of the chocolate supreme, I finally seal my fate and listen to the phone ring waiting for my sister to answer.

“Hey, what’s up little sis? You don’t usually call me during work,” she points out making me sit back in my chair.

“I was wondering if you were still willing to have third floor free tenants. A friend of mine got kicked out and was badly injured, and I wanted to know if it’s okay that he stays with us.” I explain quickly almost stumbling over my words.

“How do you know this boy?” she questions.

“I met him through work,” I answer looking toward the door.

“How long have you both been working together?”

“Year and a half,”

“Are you close to him?”

“Not particularly.”

“What happened to his previous living arrangements?”

“I guess he was kicked out by his roommate. She was blind so I dunno,”

“Oh, he was living with a girl before. What was his relationship with her?”

“As far as I know just friends and roommates.”

“Oh, so you haven’t asked, have you? Little sis, are you playing the innocent card by keeping out of his past relationships?”

“No . . . The questions never exactly came up while I was bandaging his wounds.”

“Do you like him?”

“What the hell!?”

“What? It’s a serious question.”

“I don’t . . . He’s a cool guy, I mean ugh. Why did you ask that? I dunno I find him cute, and sweet and hard working,” I ramble.

“Oh my god! I was joking at first, but you like him. You really like him, you wanna marry him. You wanna hold him, you wanna kiss him, you wanna love him.” She teases over the phone.

“You are not allowed to watch ‘Miss Congeniality’ anymore,” I frown blushing deep ivy.

“Alright, alright more serious now. Name?”

“Gamzee Makara.”

“Oh, a Makara. You know I went to school with his older brother,”

“You’ve only told me a million times,”

“Age?”

“20 years, sis,”

“Oh, so we like older boys now do we little sis?”

“It’s not like that! Besides it’s only a year difference.”

“Don’t worry the secret is safe with me, not like you can really get in trouble for dating him,”

“Will you shut up? Is it a yes, or no?”

“I have rules, no banging while I am home. Use protection unless you want to make me an aunt then have at it. If y’all breakup I am not cleaning up after you. Only buy food remember no rent please, we get enough of that from the system that mom set up,” Jupiter explains. “If y’all bang at night and I’m not home you stay in his room not yours please. No alcohol, no weed unless medical. There are still three more rooms available so if he has any hot older friends they can stay too, hopefully single too. So yeah, he can stay.”

“Fuck you,” I grumble.

“Hopefully not, I have standards sis, and I’ve already just come to terms that I’m not my type,” she asserts with a chuckle.

“Grrr, there will be no banging on Fuck You Avenue or on Bang Bang Court!” I shout back digging my free hand into my hair.

“Calm your tits sis. It was a joke,” she tries now breaking into a fit of laughter.

“My tits will not calm down they shall be . . . Oh fuck, Gamzee how much of that did you hear?” I mutter looking at the tall sleepy-eyed boy standing in the door frame.

“Uh, not much Lil mama,” he chuckles looking anywhere but me making a deep Ivy paint my cheeks.

“Is that him? I wanna talk to him, put him on the line sis,” Jupiter squeals.

“No, you have had entirely too much sugar and I will not be putting him on the line,” I frown about to hang up.

“Just for a little bit,” she pleads.

“I hate you,” I groan handing my cell phone over to Gamzee.

“Hello,” he questions confused.

Before I can argue against it, he walks into the male locker room preventing me from following, probably a demand of my sister. Waiting a little while he comes back out and hands me my phone not saying a word for a moment while he manages to sit down.

“Lil’ mama, what’s Bang-Bang court?” he asks looking at me.

“I’ll explain when we get to your new place of residence.” I mutter tapping my head against the granite countertop while my face becomes increasingly ivy colored.

“You didn’t all up and have to do that Lil’ mama,” he sighs crossing his arms with a complicated look of frustration and thankfulness on his features.

“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. Otherwise, it just wouldn’t be right of me to leave you without a place of residence when you are harmed,” I convey while glancing at the time. “Did Rufioh leave?”

“The bro that was giving you a hard time that Vi sis took care of, he left a little while ago,” Gamzee nods starting to eat his food.

I force out the breath that I didn’t know I had been holding and lean back into my chair looking at the boy eating next to me.

“So, we are all up and here until the other assistant manager comes here, right?” he mutters glancing at me.

“Pretty much,” I shrug looking back at him.

“So how long exactly will that be?” he mutters glancing at the door.

“Not long. The girl who takes over after me texted me not too long ago,” I explain glancing at my phone.

He just nods and continues to eat his food; I nod and stand up grabbing my dishes walking out of the break room. Washing my dishes and the rest of the dishes that are there I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“What did I say about doing the dishes?” grumbles a voice of my friend.

“I’m almost done with my shift, besides it’s not like they need me on the floor.” I roll my eyes walking to dry off my hands and give the tall girl a quick hug.

“So, you owe me. What happened to Gamzee?” Kanaya asks looking at me skeptically.

“He was stabbed, luckily it wasn’t too deep. But he was bleeding all over and it was just bad,” I indicate with a frown wringing the towel tight in my hands.

“It’s alright, just take him home and I’ll see you in two days,” she orders holding my face in her hands.

“Thank you, Kanaya. You don’t know how much I really appreciate this.” I mutter walking out of the kitchen.

She just chuckles while I make my way to the break room and back into the locker room pulling on the warm clean clothes. I notice someone else already gave Gamzee his clothes, so I walk into the break room holding all of my things and his while waiting for him to come out.

“Ready to go Zalara sis,” he grins walking up to me while clutching his side a bit.

“Alright, how long do you think you can walk for?” I ask as my eyes travel to his side.

“I can walk as far as you want me to,” he chuckles looking at me.

“We can catch the bus the rest of the way to my house, you know where Nyx grove is right?” I clarify looking at him as we begin to leave the building.

“I think so?” he looks confused.

“Okay so, we are in Beforus square. We ride the 612 till we get to Girst falls then walk from there to Nyx Grove.” I explain as best I can while we walk back into Beforus square main roads.

“Oh, I think I know where you’re talking about now.” He nods still looking completely lost.

“It’s alright Gamzee I’ll drive us to work from now on,” I giggle reaching up and running my hand through his hair a little.

Walking was a completely different experience with Gamzee walking close to me. I didn’t want him walking too far from me in the case that he had not recovered enough to really be walking. Everyone, and I mean everyone, kept a two-meter distance around the both of us like this kid gave them the chills, and it didn’t make any sense to me. When we walk in front of the bus stop sign the bus just pulls up, I smile at the driver putting in money for Gamzee and I, forcing the tall male to sit down first.

“So, Lil mama. What exactly is Nyx Grove?” he asks crossing his arms as best he can, so it doesn’t rest on his side.

“It’s my home, was my Great Grandmother’s land. My grandpa’s brother decided to develop the land and all the money and land went to my grandpa, then my dad and then my big sister. I’ve only ever lived in Nyx Grove,” I shrug looking back at the boy.

“That’s all up and mother fucking cool, so it’s been in your family for a long time,” he chuckles when he notices the vibrating phone in his pocket.

He looks up at me and I just nod slightly as I turn to pay attention to the passing streets, so we get off at the right time.

“Hey. Karbro, would you all up and calm down?” he frowns while I hear the loud voice on the opposing end leak out a bit. “I have a place to stay it’s alright. No reason to get all up and frustrated, I’ll tell you where tomorrow.”

After conversing like this for a few more minutes he stops, and I pull the string to notify the driver of our upcoming stop. Gamzee holds me down tightly as the bus comes to a stop and somehow still almost pulls my whole body off the seat, I frown as we both exit the bus, and we begin the slow walk to my house.

“So, who is Karbro?” I ask confused.

“He’s my moirail. I all up and wrote him down for my emergency contact.” He grins happily.

“Oh, okay. He’s the one who told me about your makeup being religious, if that’s the case Hun then you can keep it on. Everyone knows that it’s a religious reason and will not bother you about it,” I pout looking up at him.

“Nah, it’s all good Lil mama. I don’t wanna all up and be treated any different than anyone else,” he smiles.

I sigh and shake my head while we get close to my house. The pale blue of our house is what reminded me that we still need to change the gog damn color of the windows. Like it’s this nice pale blue and the windows are this tacky green color who thought this would be a good idea, cause it sure wasn’t me. Gamzee looks strained so I let him rest on the porch while I unlock the door. I helped him inside to the house as best I can.

“I’ll take you up the stairs to your room and you can get relaxed there. You need to rest without your shirt on to let the wound breathe a little bit,” I explain as we make our way into the living room where I can already tell he’s been moving far too much.

“Alright Lil mama I don’t mind that,” he chuckles as I notice the obviously pained expression he is trying to hide.

“How about we chill on the couch, we can watch a movie while we wait for my sister to get back, because knowing her she tried to leave us alone for her own entertainment,” I state walking over to the couch and forcing the male to sit.

“Aw but we just all up and walked in, I don’t mind watching anything with a pretty Lil mama like you, but I don’t wanna be a bother to you,” he tries to smile.

“Gamzee. I don’t mean to be forward, but we have known one another for about a year and I will sit on you if you don’t rest for a little bit, am I understood?” I glare my face covered in a blanket of worry.

“Fine, I all up and see your point Lil mama,” he frowns a bit still sitting on the couch.

I nod and quickly put a movie on the TV before walking toward the stairs. “I’ll be right back Gamzee. I’m just gonna change clothes, then I’ll join you in whatever movie you wanna watch.” I clarify as I quickly trot up the stairs.

Peeling off the warm sweater that I wore to work, even if it had been washed once it still smelled faintly of smoke making my skin crawl. Once in my room I pull a tank top over my shoulders and slide the jeans I had been wearing off to wear some soccer shorts instead. Grabbing a spare throw blanket, I make my way down the stairs, seeing that Gamzee had chosen (Scary movie you can’t stand) and that made me more thankful for the blanket. I manage to not glance at the screen while sliding into the seat on Gamzee’s right side hiding my face from the screen slightly.

“You scared of something Lil mama?” he chuckles looking at the screen still.

“I’m not scared, just you know chilling on the couch,” I ramble looking up at him a bit.

“There’s no reason to all up and be scared of this,” he shrugs gesturing to the TV.

I roll my eyes and peek at the screen from around my blanket when I hear a noise somewhere in the house. As soon as a jump scare pops up on the screen my sister just had to walk in the door. A rolling laugh catches my attention making me look at her causing my face to heat up quickly.

“Oh, what did I interrupt? Jegus fuck, what are you watching?” she screeches running to the hall, so she can’t see the screen.

“Gamzee put the movie on,” I shrug glancing at him

“I thought that your sis might all up and like it,” he smirks.

“She’s terrified of that movie in particular,” Jupiter explains.

I shake my head and get up looking at Gamzee. He also stands up and waits for me.

“Where are you going? I said no banging when I’m here,” she asks confused.

“I’m just showing him around sis, I made him rest when we got back from work,” I sigh pushing my hair back.

“Oh, make sure you take him to go get checked out tomorrow,” she suggests walking to the kitchen.

Gamzee sends me a skeptical look as we walk up the stairs to the second level.

“So, there is three floors obviously, since you’re gonna be on the third floor you have roof access. On the second floor is my room and Sis’ room. There’s a bathroom on each level, not much else. Three rooms open on the third floor besides yours, and the computer and closet full of spare things all on second floor.” I explain walking around and down the hall. I pause and point to a (f/c) door. “This door is my room come down if you need anything.”

“I’ll make sure to all up and keep that in mind,” he nods with a slight chuckle.

“Anyway, third floor access is at the end of the second floor,” I explain as we finally happen upon the stairs. “Sis said we have three rooms free, so if you know anyone else in need of a place to crash. She said it was cool.”

Walking up the stairs slowly I make sure that the lights still work as we reach the top and flick the switch. After we both manage our way to the third floor, I lead Gamzee to his new place of residence.

“So, um the only room ready is the one directly above mine and the only perk that provides is the dumbwaiter.” I sigh remembering the state of the other rooms.

“That’s alright with me. Um I can ask Karbro to get me my stuff from Rezi sis’s place tomorrow. Is that all up and cool with you?” he asks.

“Yeah, it’s fine with me, do you need to call him and tell him where you are, or do you want me to leave you to rest?” I mutter staying by the door as he sits on the bed with a groan.

“Would you all up and be alright with looking over my wound?” he requests pulling his shirt off taking slow labored breaths.

“Uh, sure. We can check in with a doctor tomorrow, just to make sure,” I explain walking closer.

“No doctors!” he clarifies.

“What about a call-in physician? I know that my bandaging is alright, but I want a professional’s opinion just to be sure,” I cross my arms.

“Fine, but no doctors,” he huffs.

I nod and start looking over his wound, the bandaged have held up well, but he was still in visible discomfort, and it was making me sad to see him in pain. Making sure that he wasn’t bleeding at all, I gently push him down. Forcing his body into a comfortable resting position, and frown at him.

“Rest, you have my phone number. And frankly I don’t know how much bandages we have,” I frown and climb down and make my way out to my room.

Nothing for the whole walk down to my room, and as soon as I turn on the light and lay in my bed.

The next morning was fine too, I went up to check on him. But as I sat on my bed just after noon, I feel my phone vibrate next to me, my cat Avery starts hissing and clawing at it. I chuckle and grab the device and answer the call while petting my cat slowly to make him calm down.

“Hello?” I sigh.

“Lil’ mama, I just got a message from Karbro and asked if it was alright if you both meet up. He all up and insisted,” Gamzee explains.

“Sure, it’s only like six anyway. Where did he wanna meet?” I sigh while laying back on my bed.

Avery starts walking around circling my body before finally sitting on my stomach and kneading my breast. “At the mall, I guess. He was angry about something.” Gamzee groans.

“Hey, if you aren’t feeling good you need to rest,” I frown.

“No, I’m not all up and in any pain,” he chuckles.

“Avery, get off my chest honestly,” I groan pushing my cat just a bit with a pout.

“Your cat?” he inquires.

“Yeah, well if you’re feeling up to going with me get dressed and be downstairs in about twenty minutes, alright?” I smile sitting up slowly and walking to the closet and grabbing a sweater dress and some leggings.

“Alright,” he chuckles hanging up.

I quickly change into the other clothes and leave my hair as is to save time, slipping my phone into the side pocket of my leggings is the last thing I do before leaving my room. Once downstairs Gamzee is leaning against the railing and taking slow breaths, I walk up to him slowly looking over his lanky stature. When he noticed that I was standing behind him he sent me a weak smile.

“Come on, before we leave you need to take some pain killers, I don’t want you to pass out because you’re trying to sit through the pain for some reason.” I demand leading him to the kitchen.

He follows begrudgingly and takes the medicine that I hand to him. And not even five minutes later we were in my pickup driving to the mall. Gamzee is quiet the whole ride and finally perked up once we reached the mall, and after making sure the car was locked, I was dragged to the mall.

“I know where he would be, I can take you there,” he smiles dragging me behind him.

I stay quiet at his sudden excitement and giggle while trying my best to keep up with his giraffe legs. When he finally came to a stop, he waved enthusiastically to a relatively small male with snow white hair and piercing red eyes surrounded by deep bags. As soon as he noticed us, I was again dragged toward the table this boy was sitting at.

“Hey there, Karbro,” Gamzee smiles.

“Sit down you . . . Just sit down.” The boy mutters with a slight growl his voice was surprisingly high.

As Gamzee and I sat down I waved a bit. “Hello, you must be the ICE contact?”

“ICE?” he gave me a pointed look.

“Yes. Gamzee’s In Case of Emergency contact,” I chuckle pulling my phone out.

“Oh, I remember talking to you now. You’re that Thalos girl that called to make sure you had the right number.” The white-haired boy nods.

“Yeah, it’s kind of my job to check in with all emergency contacts and such. Anyway, I’m Zalara by the way. You should probably know that if your Moirail is going to be housing with my sister and I.” I smile holding out my hand to him.

“Why are you letting him stay with you?” he mutters.

I notice that Gamzee is distracted by his phone, and I heave a sigh before explaining myself. “Alright, so I’m guessing that you’ve known Gamzee for a long time and I’m sure you’re worried about him. I am the Assistant manager at our place of work and on my way to work yesterday evening I saw him bleeding out on the ground in an alley. I wasn’t about to just watch someone I know bleed to death. And from what I’m guessing he doesn’t like hospitals at all, or even the thought of doctors. Now all I had intended to do was give him medical attention to keep him walking for a bit until I could get him to the hospital. Until he told me that Terezi kicked him out, I actually don’t know all the details, but I assume that even if he was still living with her, he would have been long dead before she realized that he was hurt. All I really came here to do was to give you my address so if you needed to find Gamzee you knew where to go instead of looking all over the place.”

“Alright. Well, I can drop off his things from Terezi’s tomorrow afternoon. Thanks, I guess, for doing this,” Kar sighs.

“You know I don’t know your full name. Gamzee wrote Karbro for your emergency contact name,” I clarify writing the address down on a napkin.

“Gamzee, you fucking nooksucker,” Groans the boy. “My name isn’t Karbro, it’s Karkat Vantas.”

“Here you go. Thank you for understanding,” I smile handing him the napkin.

“Isn’t she somethin miraculous?” Gamzee sighs talking to Karkat.

I hear a scoff before I signal Gamzee to follow me out to the truck. We took our time walking back because I could see some form of pain etched deep in Gamzee’s purple eyes. Grabbing his hand, I keep walking to make sure he doesn’t get separated from me and notice his pace getting gradually slower as we walk out of the mall.

“I knew I should have forced you to stay home,” I sigh walking closer and force him to lean on me.

“No, I’m all up and fine Lil mama. No reason to worry,” he chuckles.

“Gamzee, fine if you say so,” I roll my eyes unlocking the truck and helping him inside. “It’s not too late in the day, so I guess I can call my friend to check on you.”

He stays silent as I walk around the truck to climb into the front seat, and I know usually it’s hard for girls that are shorter to drive a truck, but it was how I first learned. I quickly pull from the spot that I had chosen, driving as legally as I could back to my house.

“Lil mama, are you alright?” Gamzee’s low voice asks startling me.

“I’m fine just a little jittery, I get anxious when someone I know is in pain,” I explain quietly.

“You wanna listen to some music to calm you down a bit,” he offers turning on the radio.

I chuckle knowing that if I argue against it, he will do what he wants to anyway, and I continue driving a bit more normal now. Then surprisingly the smooth tones of swing music flood my speakers, I blush deep ivy while pulling to stop at a convenience store. I get out of the car and walk into the store taking a glance back at him before proceeding to buy some quick things. I grab the necessities and some Faygo before paying and making my way back to the car. Climbing back in I giggle seeing Gamzee still calmly listening to the same music. I never expected swing music to be his cup of tea. I put the car in drive and take one more glance at him before driving us the rest of the way home. Once parking in the garage I climb out and watch as the second car following me pulls in.

“Nice to see you, Horrus. You made great time,” I smirk walking to the other side and helping Gamzee out of the car.

“Hello, Makara I presume.” Horrus asks with a smile.

“I’m only being nice since, this Lil mama was nice enough to take such good care of me,” Gamzee snaps with a glare.

I roll my eyes and beckon Horrus into the house while dragging Gamzee with me, Jupiter laughs at a movie playing loudly in the background.

“Hey, sis can you turn it down,” I clamor helping Gamzee into the den.

“So, what happened exactly?” Horrus asks as he begins setting his small bag down.

“Well, I’m not sure what happened before I found him, but Gamzee was on the ground bleeding profusely from a stab wound in his left side,” I explain gesturing for Gamzee to remove his shirt.

“I’m all up and fine Lil mama,” Gamzee protest while lifting his shirt to show the large bandage that I had managed to get on him.

Forcing his shirt up I show the soaked bandage. Maybe laying down and resting should have been the first thing and the only thing he did.

“I need to check that immediately,” he panics.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was bleeding again?” I grumble.

“It didn’t hurt all that much… Sorry Lil mama,” Gamzee looks down.

Horrus was full work mode, maybe thirty minutes and he was finished. Gamzee had stiches holding together the skin and a new cleaner bandage.

“You know how to take care of those, Zalara,” Horrus nods.

I send a nod. “Thank you, make sure you tell me how much that was later.”

“It’s fine.”

“You know I hate when you try to give my sister handouts."

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