Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

eighty two

Error was having a perfectly great morning until he fell down the stairs.

At least Ink was there to immediantly panic over him.

"Are you sure?" Ink pressed, carefully wrapping Error's blanket around his shoulders.

"Yes! Nothin-gs b-ro-ken I fee-l fi-ne!" 

Ink gave him a blank look. "You can't fall down the stairs and not at least feel sore."

"I am sore!" Error snapped. "Can't y-ou ju-st lea-ve me alone? I just w-ant to r-el-ax f-or one day of m-y fuc-k-ing l-ife!"

Ink raised his arms in surrender. "Okay, okay... You want anything to drink?"

"Wh-at do yo-u th-ink."

"And a massage?"

"May-be." Error grumbled, pointedly looking away.