Gamzee was short on time and short on friends. He needed to get away, get patched up, and stay low for a while. There weren’t many people he could go to so logically, he found the badass sea dweller that he had started to become rather fond of. He held his stab wound that was still bleeding quite a bit, ignoring the many other cuts he had. It was a long journey, but he made it to her nice, isolated home. With his free hand, he bang on the door.
“MEENAH MY WICKED SISTER OPEN UP.”