Forgive Me, My Miracle (Gamzee x Tavros)

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   When Gamzee had awoken from his sleep, his head had begun to pound. It was tolerable, but had still felt as if someone had smacked him upside his head. Looking around, he took notice to his room. A plain white. He glanced at his new attire. The signiture teal robe. What had happened?
   He felt tired. Not taking notice to the IV in his arm, he fought himself to stay awake, struggling to get up. In this process, he accidently pulled the IV out, causing immense pain.
   Emitting no audiable scream, he just gasped out of pain. His hand flailing to put it back in; failing from the panic. He somehow heard footsteps coming near his room. He tried his best to yell.
   "N-nUrSe!"
   It was a pathetic noise, cracking as he spoke. Fortunetly the medical assisstant had heard his plea and rushed to him. She was able to place the IV into his system again. She gave him a soft smile and calmly told him.
   "N°t t° w°rry s!r. !'ll g° ferch the d°ct°r f°r y°u."
   Before she left Gamzee had grabbed her forearm to gain her attention once more. A confused look on her face.
   "W-wHeRe'S t-TaVrOs?"
   She tilted her head. Not wanting to use too much energy, he shortened his next sentence.
   "T-tOoK mE hErE."
   She smiled at turned to him again.
   "°h h!m. S!r we c°uldn't all°ow h!m near y°u. We bel!eve a f!lthy l°wbl°°d l!ke h!mself sh°uldn't be near y°u."
    She held her smile. Seeming as if calling people degrading names was something that was alright.
   Gamzee glared at her. If looks could kill, the females imtestines would be spilling. How dare she insult Tavros? The very troll who saved his life. He gained his energy back. Must be some kind of miracle.
   "you better all up and motherfucking apologize."
   The nurse's smile fell a little. Apologize for what? She had done no wrong to him that she could recall.
   "E-excuse me, but...whatever f°r?
   The Capricorn emitted a very low, very menacing growl.
   "for all up and MOTHERFUCKING INSULTING A HIGHBLOODS SAVIOR! you should know that it's even WORSE TO MOTHERFUCKING INSULT THEIR FLUSH CRUSH!"
   His voice pierced her ears. Never had Gamzee yelled lile that before. Somehow, it felt right. Like it was a natural instinct.
   The nurse stuggled to free from his grip, which had gotten to the point of her arm beginning to crack.
   "Now you be a good girl and the motherfucking doctor."
   She nodded her head violently. Scared for her life, she'd do anything the highblood asked for from now on.
  The moment her arm was free, she landed rear first. Quickly getting up and rushing out the door.
   What had happened to Gamzee? It wasn't normally like him to just snap like that. He never hurt anyone that bad. Not even a fly. Hell, he would befriend one. So, what was wrong with him?
   He can hear the voices. The messiahs. Strange. They never talked to him before. Was something inportant happening? Like, a huge disaster or something?
   Snapping out of his trance he noticed the professional come in. A old looking troll with his black hair slicked back. The wrinkles and bags standing out. He looked about ready for retirement.
   "HeΠo Mi$ter Makara I belive?"
   He stuck his hand out, waiting for one in return. Which he had received. Nearly crushing Gamzee's fingers in the process of squeezing his hand to show he could trust him.
   "WeΠ I have both good and bad new$. Which would you  prefer to hear fir$t?"
  "GoOd, ThEn BaD."
   The doctor smiled and flipped through his papers on the clipboard while slightly spinning in his rolly chair.
   "WeΠ the good new$ i$ that you $hould be a$ good a$ new in a few days. Ju$t get $ome moon light and drink a little bit $ome tea here and there. Then you $hould be good to go."
   This all sounded positive. What could've possibly been the bad news?
   "Now, for the bad new$."
   He sighed and placed the clipboard down. Looking at Gamzee he held a look of pain in his eyes and asked.
   "Mi$ter Makara. What in good Gog'$ name have you been eating?"
   Gamzee had to thunk on that one. Only one fiid came to mind however.
  "SoPoR pIeS."
   The man sighed; pinching the bridge of his nose. Only that stuff can do that much damage. After all, there was a reason trolls say not to eat it.
   "I'm $orry to teΠ you, but if you continue to eat that $ub$tance. You'll be dead by your 11th $weep. The $lime that you've been dige$ting is cau$ing the cell$ in your body to fail. And your a very young troll highblood. It would be $uch a terrible $hame if you pa$$ed before your time."
   Gamzee stayed silent. No more sopor? But those were one if his miracles! How could he ever go on without them?
   Tavros. He'd leave Tavros if continued to eat this stuff. He didn't want that. Never has and never will. So if he had to stop eating his small miracle. Then he will.
   "Are you alright Mi$ter Makara?"
   "YeA. i'Ll StOp EaTiNg My PiEs."
   "Good. I'm glad to here that. All that i$ required now i$ that you $tay here for about two more hour$  and you $hould be ready and $et to go."
   The elderly man smiled, patted the juggalo's leg in support and took his leave.It seemed almost certaintly that he nor the nurse from before were coming back, so a simple nap should be a good way to let the time pass by until he could leave the facility.
   Laying back he thought to himself. He'd stop eating the pies. He'll do it for his own sake. He'll do it for Tavros.