A Tiny Error

Chapter 10

Sci told Ink which AU he needed to go to, and the creator opened a portal to MedicTale. Unlike Sci, the inhabitants of this AU specialized in health issues of all types, helping both sides of this "Creation vs. Destruction" conflict. They viewed it all as unnecessary, but helped those who came to them in need simply because it was the right thing to do. One could not see an injured being as a threat if said being was asking for aid, right?

Regardless, Sci was good friends with both the Toriel and Sans of this AU, the Sans' nickname being Med, who ran a large hospital on the surface. Frisk was one of the nurses, and Asgore was in charge of balancing the checkbooks and handling expenses of the hospital. However, Sci needed to see Sans and Toriel for another reason.

The four skeletons and the puppy arrived in the AU and headed for the hospital. They went in and were greeted by Sans himself, who had just finished helping a patient.

"Ah, Sci!" He said cheerfully. "What can I do for ya today?"

Sci cleared his throat and motioned for Ink to come forward. Ink brought Error within sight, and Med cocked his head to the side in curiosity.

"W-well, my friends and I were wondering," Sci began, putting a hand on Ink's shoulder. "D-do you happen to know any veterinarians? This little guy needs some proper, medical attention."

Med tapped his chin in thought. Just as he was about to say he didn't know any, Toriel popped her head out of her office. She was the medical administrator of the hospital, but also took care of patients when they were short-staffed. She strolled up to them in her usual lab coat and put a folder on the counter next to Med.

"Sans, here are the records for your patient. I happen to overhear about your problem, and I know a vet, two actually, who might be able to help. I'll get you in touch with them."

Med smiled.
"Heh, thanks Tori. Welp, I've got some patients to attend to, so cya later, Sci."

Sci chuckled and waved as Med headed over to the elevator with the folder Toriel had gotten for him.

Soon, Blueberry, Dream, Ink, Sci, and Error were on their way to a veterinary clinic on the other side of the business district. Error was very nervous, and was starting to feel funny in his lower body. Almost like a pressure on his stomach. At first, he thought it might be a stomachache, but it didn't get any more painful than a mild and uncomfortable pressure. What did Ink feed him?

Speaking of, the creator was drowning in worry. It would tear him apart if his little Cinnamon was injured badly. He could've prevented it, and he should've smarter. Dream was probably right. He should've taken into account how Cinnamon could react with all the people around him. And he should've left him at home where he could rest so as to not overwhelm him. But, maybe it won't be so bad. Perhaps he was making too big of a deal over nothing. Then again, he's no expert, but he could always hope.

They arrived at the veterinary clinic and walked in. A few people were there, waiting with their pets in the waiting area. Ink went up to the reception desk, and the receptionist looked up.

"May I help you?" She asked. Ink nodded and cleared his throat.

"Y-yeah, uh, th-this is my dog, Cinnamon. I-I need someone to take a look at him."

The receptionist looked at her computer and noted there was an opening in half an hour for Dr. Chara Dreemur.
"I've got an opening for Dr. Dreemur. You can wait in the waiting area and she'll be with you in thirty minutes."

Ink smiled a bit, then turned to leave. The receptionist stopped him.
"Hold on. I need some information about him, first. Do you have some medical records for him?"