House Guests

Chapter 6: Welcome To Texas

"Damnit not again." Dave stated.
-SEVERAL HOURS LATER-
I slowly came to my senses. Now Karkat was driving, Dave was in the passenger seat and Dirk was on my right, and Jake on my left. I was lying down, seat belt off, with my head in Dirk lap, him absently stroking my hair. My feet were clean of blood and had bandages coiled tightly around the sprain. My ribs were crisscrossed with thick, white bandaids. Jake was dead asleep. I rolled into my side, face on Dirk's leg, forehead pressed against his gut, my legs slithering off of Jake, waking him up from his nap, and coming to rest against my chest. I shivered; Dirk noticed how cold I was and reached forward, into the seat back pocket, retrieving a thick blanket that smelled like home. I realized, it was from home! With the thick smell of ocean, I knew was my favorite red blanket. Dirk wrapped the blanket around me and pulled me into his arms- holding me like a small child. I didn't fight. Ok, I was delusional- fight me. Dave looked back and snickered. I was up against his warm, strong chest. Dirk spoke softly, trying not to "wake" me up. "Dude, so you even know how long it's been since I've held someone this small like this? Like, 17 years. To long." He said with a soft smile. Eventually, I did fall asleep. We arrived at their apartment at about midnight. I was still asleep when we entered the elevator. They lived on the 50th floor of the crappy apartment building. During the long ride up, woke, then twisted, and tumbled out of Dirk's arms, hitting the floor with a thud. My ribs flare, causing me to let out a hiss. I peered up at Jake and Dirk looking down at me. The elevated dinged and I escaped them at last. Or tried to anyway. My ankle was still sprained, still bandaged. I couldn't put weight on it yet. I pitched forward, almost tumbling down the stairs, which had no door, were about 5 feet from the the elevator and were hella steep. Forget it, I'll roll down the stairs. Later suckers! Dave grabbed my wrist and hauled me back into the hall.
"Fuck off, let me go bitch-wagon," I roared. I didn't really know Dave at all. Except how he looked covered in blood and shirtless. He heaved me into his arms, like an infant.
"Put me the fuck down! I can walk on my own!" I yelled at him.
"Obviously. That's way you almost fell down 200 flights of stairs." Karkat spat back sarcastically. I glared at him. We walked (Dave carried me) down the hall to the very last door. Dirk unlocked the door and entered the big apartment. Weapons were scattered about in an organized chaotic way.
I was placed upright on the couch, and the others crowded around me. Dave was on my immediate left, and Karkat was right next to him. Jake was on my immediate right, with Dirk next to him.
In a few minutes, they were all asleep. Dave and Karkat were clinging to each other, looking adorable. Jake snuggled up to me, emanating heat, trapping me. Dirk was leaning heavily on Jake, arm off the couch and mouth hanging open. I wouldn't admit defeat, but I nodded off despite my mental protests.