[ Pity, okay. He has so much pity for this little ball of barf and snot. Karkat adjusts his weight so he's carrying him better and sighs. ]

[ He hasn't stopped worrying! He is still worrying his red blood pumper out. But John is miserable and he is not going to worsen it. He's already done too much damage. ]

Shoooooooosh, John.

[ He gently lays him down on the bed and tucks him in under the comforter. He sits next to him and paps his cheek. ]

No, I'm sorry, okay? You're not a jerk. You're just sick, and I was the jerk. Jerk doesn't even cover it! I am a monumental douchelord, and I... don't want you to drown in your own disgusting vomit.

I'm only panicking because I don't want to fucking lose you. I can't really fucking afford anymore fuck ups because, oops, guess who failed spectacularly in preserving half of his crew! Yep. You guessed right, it's this guy.

And you're... [ Cough. ] Special.