Forgive Me, My Miracle (Gamzee x Tavros)

Relax

There they sat. Comfortable. The juggalo continuing to stare blankly at the television, a wonderful divice created by the human species. Not particularly caring about the current program, but he'd do anything to keep the moment continuing.
Next to him was a very shy rust-blood. Filled with low self-esteem and appearing to always stumble in his words. His eyes,however, were glued to the screen. Entranced by his childhood hero, Pupa Pan.
The two continued to sit next to each other. Neither felt uncomfortable. The sound produced from the movie was enough. Gamzee, beginning to take another sip from his, "miraculous elixr" had unfortunetly ran out. Forcing the clown to get up from his position.
Getting up with a slight groan from the lack of movement, he proceeded to the kitchen. Retriving a satiafying Cream Soda flavor, one he'd neglected drinking for so long, he call out to the main room for his friend.
"TaVbRo! Do yOu aLl uP AnD WaNt a fAyGo oR SoMeThIn'?"
" uH, NO, BUT THANKS FOR THE OFFER gAMZEE!"
Before he had completly closed the refriderator, he noticed a green substance leaking from its tray. One bite wouldn't hurt, right?
Taking the tray, he dipped his finger into the slime, then placed it in his mouth. Its taste was of no other. A severe bitter flavor. Somewhat of what humans would refer to a mix of toothpaste and orange juice. However, that wasn't the flavor he liked, it was the after-taste.
The after-taste is what the juggalo would refer to as "The Ulimate Miracle." Tasting of a very sweet, yet somehow subtle flavor. So pleasing, it left a tingling sensation in his mouth, making his desire grow to want more. No Earth food could even compare to its flavor.
One bite wasn't enough. He wanted more. No. Needed. This waa more than a desire. Merely deciding ti just take the tray. He proceeded back into the living room. The aroma immedietly hitting Tavros.
" uM, gAMZEE? i THINK YOU SHOULD REALLY STOP EATING THAT, yOU KNOW, THAT STUFF, UH, ROTS YOUR THINKPAN,"
Chuckling softly, he reassured his dear friend.
" Ah, DoN'T WoRrY So mUcH MaN. iT'S AlL GoOd."
Taking another bite he stopped. Staring at his finger, he looked confused. His face holding what looks of a mixture of pain and confusion, he stared at his finger. His breathing had began to increase. Soon, a heavy wheezing.
Tavros had heard his heavy, struggling breathes. Growning extremly worried, he did not hesitate to ask.
" g-gAMZEE?! wHAT'S WRONG? iS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?!"
He couldn't respond. Panic in his eyes had appeared. The wheezing had intensified. Worse by the second. Violent coughs had erupted from his throat, occasionally spitting a bit of blood.
"O-oH MY gOG! tHAT'S IT, i'M TAKING YOU TO A HOSPITAL!"
Attempting to set Gamzee in his lap so he could start his way to the needed destination, his experience in being a cripple had made him extremly toned in the upper body. Even with Gamzee on his lap, he was succesfully able to get there in less than 15 minutes.
Rushing into the ER, he screamed off the top of his lungs, stating that a highblood was nearing death. Causing many blue bloods to rush to his aid. As the clown was rushed on the gernie, Tavros pushed on his chair to keep up. Receiving a few disgusted looks fron the blue bloods.
"t-tAvBrO..."
"dON'T WORRY gAMZEE, yOU'RE GONNA BE ALRIGHT,"
Lifting his hand to reach to Tavros, he used whatever energy he gad left to speak.
"i'm m-mOtHeRfUcKiNg f-fFf.
Silent. Was all that was left from the clown. Tavros had stopped pushing. Tears pricking his eyes. He had to remember what Gamzee had told him before.

' Ah, DoN'T WoRrY So mUcH MaN. iT'S AlL GoOd.'

"y-YEAH, i-iT'S ALL GOOD," he sniffled and wiped the tears. "y-yOU'LL BE GREAT,"