Yes, it's been a long time and I'm not gonna even apologize anymore. I'm a chronic procrastinator, I'm in high school, English isn't my first language and I'm not really mentally stable, those can be my excuses. Also my friend got me into Homestuck and it may be really weird but it's really damn addictive.

I currently have a pretty good idea of what I'm going to write next (ending with a cliffhanger is a great way to force yourself to write btw, should have realized that earlier) so the next chapter shouldn't take so long (or so I say but you're probably going to have to wait like five months again, sorry).

Thank you for your suggestions! They're all going to good use, or at least that's the plan.

Also thank you for waiting for this chapter. It makes me happy to know that people read and like my stories :)

Enjoy!

Yogi also ended up carrying Gareki to his –their – room. Another bed had been set up to the left wall, and that's where Gareki dragged himself and fell on, nearly not having enough strength to position himself on it properly. He curled up on his left side and almost let out an irritated grumble at the fact that he was now facing Yogi's room, not the wall. Well, he could do something about that later. Right now he just wanted to sleep.

He cracked an eye open as he heard Yogi coming closer and whispering his name with a concerned edge in his voice. Yogi was hovering over him, a worried look in his eyes. For a second, Gareki opened his other eye too, until he let his eyelids slide shut.

"I want to sleep," he muttered. Yogi's frown melted into a gentle smile as he pressed a soft kiss on Gareki's temple. The raven gave a scowl, but, being too tired to do anything else, he left it at that. Yogi watched him for a few minutes, until he was sure the boy was asleep, and planted another kiss on his forehead.

After a few days Gareki finally managed to persuade the doctor into reducing the amount of pills he was supposed to take. Yogi watched, worried, as the boy dragged his feet to the bed and lowered himself onto it as carefully as he in his current state - pained, tired and slightly sick – could, mindful of his numerous injuries and carefully making sure that he wouldn't put any pressure on his casted arm. He'd moved the pillow to the other end of the bed at some point, so Yogi couldn't see his face now.

Yogi sat down on his bed and pulled a huge Nyanperona plushie into a hug, fixing his violet gaze on Gareki's back. The teen had obviously lost weight, and the blond could vaguely see Gareki's vertebrae through the loose, light t-shirt the boy was wearing. It was worrying, he thought, but at least Gareki was moving on his own now, even with his new medication; Yogi had been fairly sure he'd go back to carrying Gareki around.

But no; the boy had a will made of pure steel and the pride of a wild lion, and everything he could do on his own he did. Yogi was glad that the teen had the will to fight and he was immensely proud when he saw him fighting his current incapabilities, but to be honest, he was kind of sad that Gareki didn't rely on him when he didn't have the absolute and immediate need to do so.

He had been sitting still for maybe five minutes or so, not having noticed any signs of Gareki falling asleep, when he heard a soft knock. The door opened and in came a sheep followed timidly by Nai.

"Nai-chan?" Yogi asked, surprised. He couldn't even begin to imagine what the boy had in mind.

"I, um... Could we... Could we play something?" The niji then straightened himself, his red eyes locking to Yogi's violet ones. "I-I mean, of course you don't have to but..." Nai quickly averted his eyes, his voice fading in shame, and the wide smile spreading on Yogi's lips was the only thing that kept him from going straight back to his own room.

Yogi set the plushie down and turned fully around to face Nai. "Sure we can. Gareki-kun, is that okay with you?" he asked, now shifting his gaze to the dark-haired boy. He resisted the urge to run over to the bed to help the teen as he pushed himself up with the help of only one thin arm; every movement looked so exhausting. Gareki shook his head a little, as if to clear it, before turning around on the bed and carefully standing up.

"Sure, go on," he grunted, "I'll be in the library." He passed the other two, too slowly in his own opinion, and allowed himself a little moment of weakness when he got into the hallway. Everything hurt. His vision was swimming. He maybe wanted the previous medication back. He was tired but he couldn't sleep. He let himself lean onto the wall for a moment or two before starting walking again. He could vaguely hear Yogi and Nai talking about what they'd play and if they should invite Tsukumo too; they both seemed to support the idea of taking the girl with them and playing hide and seek.

When he finally got to the library, he was beyond exhausted. His breathing was ragged and the horrible headache had returned. He staggered to the couch and dropped himself unceremoniously onto it, letting out a small hiss of pain as nearly everything in his body - head and arm in the lead – felt to experience a small explosion on the inside. He grabbed a pillow and slammed it on his face, covering his eyes, and sighed. All this because of one fucking Varuga.

After letting the pillow's cool material soothe his head for a moment, he threw it aside and grabbed a book from the low table in front of him. It was bookmarked by him, he knew it was, but the small, white strip of paper with his name on it was lying under the book. He scowled, frustrated, and placed the book back down. He was too tired to try to find his place now.

The teen closed his eyes and carefully laid down, placing his head onto the armrest and putting the pillow onto his face again to block the pain-inducing light. Maybe he shouldn't have left Yogi's room after all; now he had to either wait for the pain to pass, fall asleep or just wait until Yogi decided to come to check on him (Yogi and only Yogi; no one else strong enough to carry him had proved that they weren't going to hurt him yet).

After a moment, he heard shuffling from the door's direction. He set the pillow aside and pushed himself up to see what caused the noise and let out a small sound of surprise; a sheep had entered the library and was now moving towards him. He frowned, struggling himself into a sitting position as the sheep stopped in front of him, extending one of its horns and wrapping it around Gareki's injured wrist. The teen grunted and hissed, feeling panic rising in his chest.

"Gareki-kun will play too," was all the sheep said, its hollow, mechanic voice echoing in Gareki's head. Then the sheep yanked his arm, starting a horrible repetitive chain of the same sentence in monotonic voice.

And Gareki screamed.

So, what do you think?

I'm still taking suggestions and so far everything you've suggested has sounded great so I'm just gonna apologize to Gareki and write everything.

Also yes, I'm going to write Gareki getting kidnapped somehow but that will take some time because first I have to get him on his feet again so he can leave the ship and actually get kidnapped.

Thank you for reading!