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The clinic. It's Building 52 on Dr. House's map. [John sends over the map with the building highlighted.] It's only got about 10 minutes of hot water each day, but you can space it out. Find something like a bowl and you can soak your hands and feet in the hot water.

[He's not going to comment on the romance novels. It's not the time or place.]

[He opens the file instantly when he receives it, then spends a second or two staring at the highlighted building.

A plan. There's a plan in place, he has somewhere to go, he has something to do. Everything will be fine.

He takes a deep breath, in and out, then nods again.]

Yeah. I mean, right. Got it.

[He glances off to one side, then back to his tablet.]

The pain medication just... turns up?

[Not that he's. In excruciating agony or anything. Haha. Ha.]

It'll turn up when you search a house. I think the Admin uses the spiders to get things around. It's gonna be okay, Karkat, all right? I know you're in a lot of pain right now and if what you went through is anything like me, Dug, and Sherlock, it was a hell of a thing that did that to you.

D'you want to talk about it at all?

[Ugh, spiders. He grimaces faintly, shrugs, then grimaces harder because yeah, ow. Maybe he should switch off video, this is getting kind of embarrassing.]

I'll be okay. It's not that bad.

[Also, he's a terrible liar, but anyway.]

Uh, not really? I mean, it chased us, caught us, and then tried to... I don't know.

[He shrugs with one shoulder this time, clearly uncomfortable and trying to hide it.]

Suffocate us? But it let go, for some reason.

[It is that bad, but John isn't going to shoot down Karkat's facade. Not for this.]

Yeah. The one we ran into just sort of... tore a hole in the air and screamed at us. We've got little nicks all over, but nothing worse than that. Did you stay on the path? We got pulled off by accident.

[Because Sherlock is an idiot, he doesn't say.]

[Tore a hole in the.... ugh. Karkat shudders.]

No, we... same here. It was an accident.

[He's still not really sure why Pounce had run off like he had, but it had to have been an accident. At least they're both still alive.]

Do you think a lot of people got hurt?

Hmm. [John wonders if the people who had stayed on the path encountered those things. That's a question for someone else, though, not Karkat.]

I think it's likely that if both of our groups encountered somethings, others will have. I'm hoping most injuries are more like mine and less like yours, though. We'll just have to see. Thank you for contacting me about this, Karkat.

[If only. Inclined toward pessimism as he is, he sort of doubts, but he's distracted from saying so because seriously, John, what the fuck.]

Uh, you're welcome? But I should be thanking you for the help.

[Is this a human thing. It's probably a human thing. You know what, whatever, not his problem.

He sighs.]

And, uh... speaking of, thanks. For the advice.

It's not easy to ask for help here from a relative stranger. I appreciate it. Honestly.

And you're welcome. It's what I'm here for. Try to get what sleep you can and remember to keep your arm elevated.

[Well-timed reminder, that; he'd completely forgotten. Shit, how is he supposed to keep his arm elevated when sleeping? Argh.]

Okay, got it. Um, thanks again. I guess I'll catch you later? Or whatever.

[How does interacting with adults work. What the fuck is he supposed to say here. Help.]

[John can hear and see the awkward, Karkat.]

Of course. Goodnight, and keep warm, Karkat.

[He'll hang up after that to spare Karkat any further fluster.]

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