Karkat screams a second time, even louder, still lying there on the ground, paralyzed by the pain. Eventually his head clears enough for him to push himself to his knees and reach into the neckline of his outfit for one of the scarves he'd asked his stylist to use in the padding for his fake rumblespheres. He takes it, white like the body of his leotard, although not for long, and tries to tie it around the bleeding socket, hands shaking.