You’re screaming for a while until two hands pull you from scene into the other room.
Eridan.
He calms you down to the best of his ability before making sure you can still react to him and his tests. You sob, still smelling and feeling the blood all over yourself and the wetness it leaves against your skin.

Eridan talks slow to you, making sure you understand what he says. He wants you to help him get the pieces of Gam, yes he knows, that’s gross and sad, and awful. But he NEEDS you to get them and take them downstairs. The sooner you can get through this, the better.

When you both walk back into the kitchen, your stomach drops again, yet, you notice Maisy. The golden retriever was sniffing and nudging both torn clowns. It look as if she were wanting them to get up. This made your stomach churn, but you moved to Gam, picking up both parts and captchaloguing them, then the stuff of his that was now soaked in blood. Poor pillow.
Hey, this is your shirt.
Thief.

Eridan picks the basket of Starboy and moved down the stairs to the basement, you right behind him. You feel Maisy place a paw on your arm before she trots off to drink some water. What a strange dog.

When you reach the basement, Eridan gestures for you to move into Etoile’s workshop, setting the basket down beside a large table.

“Wwe’re goin’ to havve to put this one back together.”

You let out another sob in response, vision lost behind a wave of hot tears. You can’t handle this. You fling your blood soaked shirt to the floor, whimpering as you see a purple mess lingering on your torso.

Gam’s blood
your matesprit’s blood.

Not so quietly, you watch Eridan take care of putting the pieces of Etoile onto the table, putting his pieces in order like a gruesome puzzle. You almost scream again when you see he’s missing pieces and chunks. 

A sigh from Eridan has you looking over. 
“Wwe need parts.” To your horror, he looks you in the eyes. 
“Wwhere’d you put the other clowwn’s bits?”

All you do is let out another cry of emotional pain.
No
NO.
You can’t do this.

Instead, you push yourself over, digging through the cards in your modus, for once anoyed with the way they bounce around and flicker. You pull the sewing kit out, the one… Etoile… asked you to get.
Etoile knew how bad it was going to get.
Motherfucker.

You set the box down and open it up, shakily trying to get yourself to thread a needle. You needed to do this. 
You were scared of stitches and anything relating to it…
Yet, you were more scared of never seeing your friend again in one piece. You take harsh breaths, attempting to calm down.

Stitching isn’t fun.
Stitching is hard work.
Plus, it’s hard to sew pieces of your friend together while also having a mental breakdown yourself.
You struggle, stop, breathe, and manage.
Panting
Crying
Screaming
Shaking
You finish stitching your friend just about–
Yet, you have to stop when you reach the spot where Etoile’s arm is missing.
besides that, there are pieces of torn flesh that need more skin to repair it properly.

It makes you want to throw up.

When Eridan comes back, he notices what’s needed and looks at you again, and you can feel it.

Your breathing picks up sharp.

“Gamzee, he’s not evven usin’ those parts.”

You stand still. You don’t want to do this.
Your lip quivers and you feel more tears fall from your eye.

“Stop that-”

You barely hear what Eridan has to say. It’s not until he’s facing you and has his hands at his hips that you decide to just give in.
Pulling both sections from your sylladex, you flop Gam onto another table, not looking at his body in the moment. You’ll just end up screaming again.

You feel like you might vomit, and when you see Eridan walk over towards Gam’s carcass, you get nervous, sick, and loud. Now, you’re looking. You pay attention to how he removes Gam’s left arm from the body using some… unknown magic to you.

You’re screaming again, but Eridan shushes you, moving over to Etoile’s body and begins suturing the arm onto him. You can feel yourself hyperventilating, and your eyes meet with a ring. 

Gam’s engagement ring was still on his finger.
With a croon of sorrow, you pull the ring off his dead finger, then your attention is drawn by a glow.
Eridan was now moving his hands around Etoile’s body, hands glowing. He noticed the stitched areas growing taut around.

Then, Eridan went back to Gam’s body.
It was a cycle of screaming, taking, and suturing pieces and sections onto your dead friend. Pieces of Gam were used. It felt wrong.

Halfway through, Eridan looks at you, giving the blankest expression.

“By the wway, don’t tell anyone i can do this.”
You just stand there, watching, waiting.

When you were sure Eridan was done, you captchalogue the mess of flesh that was Gam, watching with the violet blood. Watched until Eridan pointed out movement from Etoile’s leg.

If his body was reacting, that means Etoile was going to wake up at some point.

It was then hat you pulled a device from your sylladex.
A blood transfuser

It was time to donate a little blood (half of your blood supply)  for a worthy cause.

You’re a mess but that doesn’t mean you can’t help.