Creation Begins with an I, Destruction Begins with an E (Undertale Errink Book)

"Stick The Knife Back In, It Might Help."

"...and you'll need these, too." 

"Thanks, Dream..."

"Crap! Geno's coming, hide them!"

Error shoved the packet into the bag on the floor.

Geno walked in, a coffee in one hand, a pen and clipboard in the other. He looked exhausted. He slammed the clipboard down on the desk at the end of the bed before taking a long sip of coffee. "Well, good news, you're improving. We can move you off the ICU later."

"That's great!" Dream flashed a forced smile, "Well, I'll see you later, Error." And he left the room quickly. 

Geno gave a look of confusion. "What's up with him?"

Error shrugged. 

Geno shook his head. "Well, if he's gonna be weird.... Anyway, I see you're sitting in the chair. That's good, means you're making progress. And then we can get you out of here, thank God."

"I am God. So you're welcome."

"..."

"Okay, I'm a God."

"...What you're not is funny."

"Yeah, I know." Error said, putting on a forced smile. "Anyway, why are you so desperate to get me out of here?"

"You being in this building is stressing me out. This is where I work, and I'm constantly surrounded by your friends. That means I can't get away from Reaper, and he's being awfully... Flirty." Geno huffed. Error noticed the slight shade of red on Geno's cheeks, but decided not to mention it.

"If I feel fine, would they discharge me early?" Error asked, suddenly sounding more interested in the conversation.

"Uh... Like... When?" Geno asked, looking up from the clipboard.

"Like... Today?" Error asked slowly.

"No. No, absolutely not today. You need that IV in, and your vitals still have to be monitored. Which reminds me, your blood pressure is unusually low," Geno said in an almost annoyed voice.

"Your tone of voice says you're blaming me."

"Yes, I absolutely am! I'm trying my best to help you get out of here! And then one morning, your blood pressure just... decides to just... go from completely normal to..." Geno broke off, resting his elbows on the table and hiding his face in his hands.

"Bro. It's just blood pressure." Error snickered. When his brother just sighed in response, he rolled his eyes and decided to prod, "You stressed out about something?"

"Yes!"

"This about that one consultant in the ED that hates you?"

"No!"

"You get any sleep?"

"No!"

"Is this about Reaper?"

"YES!" 

The two sat in silence for about thirty seconds before Geno looked up and sighed,  shrugging. "What do I do, Error?"

Error smirked. "Do you like him?"

"No!"

"Be honest."

"No!"

"Be. Honest."

"Yes! Yes, I do!"

There was another short silence. 

"What do I do?" Geno whined. 

"As you can see, it would seem that I am not the best person to ask." Error gestured to the machines he was still hooked up to.