Just Come Home (Karlnapity)

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If you have sensitive triggers at all I don't think I would read this one

Don't ask me why I'm updating this book two years later. I just felt like it, ok?

Sapnaps pov:
I get in the car outside Clay's house with George in my passenger seat, my nose streaming with blood and my knuckles red and bruised. "Pandas, your not in good shape, maybe I should drive?" George asks concerned. "That's probably a good idea." I say starting to feel dizzy, as if I was high on anaesthesia. I think I need to be. We swapped places in the car and he started to drive out of the driveway, "Where are we going?" George asked me. "My place, home."

We start to drive down the highway towards my house, George thanking me profusely. He begins to tell me the full story on how Dream got violent when he drank and why he had to stay. "Clay got me my green card so I could come stay with him, I only found out how bad he was after I got here. I couldn't go back to England because I'd already cut ties with my family by then so I wouldn't have anywhere to go if I did decide to go back." He told me as if he had rehearsed it a million times  before. " Why did you cut ties with your family?" The adrenaline rush was wearing off and the pain was starting to kick in. " He told me I should, he said they were no good and that they were holding me back. The dumb part was I believed him."

The dizziness was getting worse and so was I. Black spots started to appear in my vision and I was feeling extremely drowsy. Poor George is trying his best to keep me awake while focusing on the road. We pull into the driveway of the house Karl, Quackity and myself own. Whilst George got out of the car, walked up to the house and rang the doorbell, I was still trying to find my footing. When I got out of the car, it was right foot in front of left foot, left foot in front of right foot, left foot in front of -wait that isn't how it goes ...

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Quackity's pov:
I open the house door, expecting to see Sapnap on the other side. I see a worried looking George.
Just then his head turns towards his car as we both hear a thumping sound on the concrete. "sap-" I hear George say before he starts to run towards the source of the noise. His car is parked at the end of our large driveway. I start to hastily walk towards George who is now kneeling on the pavement with is ear to ...

Sapnaps bloody and bruised, unconscious body

Call 911 is all I need to hear George say before I start sprinting to retrieve my phone from the upstairs bedroom. Karl is laying on our bed, scrolling through his phone. He sees the panic on my face as I search for my phone in the nightstand. "Woahhhh, what's going on?!" He says sitting up with urgency. " Sap . . . in the . . . Drive. . . bad" was all I could get out through my panic and breathlessness. Picking up my phone with my shaking hands was a task I didn't expect to be so difficult. The numbers 9,1 and 1 could not go into the dial any faster. I know whatever Sap did to get in this condition was really bad because he is an extremest and that's just what he does. I'm racking my brain for possibilities and then I remember.

I remember the look on his face when Karl told him

I remember the anger that he tried so hard to suppress

I remember how he said he had to go "pack"

Dios míos, if Sapnap needs an ambulance, there's no way that Dream isn't dead. I was back down the stairs and in the driveway before the second ring with Karl close behind me. They answer fairly quickly.

"911 what is your emergency?"

Words feel so far out of reach for me. God I'm useless; I can't even speak to the fucking operator. George takes the phone, he's sweaty from dong CPR. Him and Karl are trained in this sort of thing; there wasn't any programs like that for me in Mexico. Karl is doing CPR, George is talking to the operator and I'm doing what? Crying?