[Karkat rolls his eyes and continues with his judgement of this boy's attitude. He really doesn't have the right to, given his own discomfort with this crowd of people, but come on. This dude is just being stupid.]

Yeah, because not having to tell women and children it's going to be okay is a great fucking alternative to getting your injuries looked at.

[Karkat grits his teeth and digs his bitten-short fingernails into his palms.]

Look, asshole, I get that we're all fucking scared, but if you're going to insult me for trying to help you, we are going to have a goddamn problem. If your wrist is actually broken, you need to get a fucking splint on it or you are going to make it a fuckton worse.

[For all of his anger, his hands are surprisingly gentle when he takes Eridan's arm and carefully examines it.]

Fuck, yeah, that's broken.

[He pauses, then sighs and reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a bottle of painkillers.]

You'd better fucking appreciate this, these are for my migraines.