Error wanted rest! Not be a Imp...Oh well (Discontinued read description.)

Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Got another one!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

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"You should lose your rights to this pillow." Striker came back with a new pillow.

"Gimmie." Moxxie one arm doing the grabby motion.

The ringed imp raised an eyebrow and then raised the pillow up. Smirk when he sees his Critter growled and stand up on the bed to get it. Decided to be a jerk and let his pillow grab the pillow to bring it up higher.

"You prick."

"Yes, yes I am." Smirk and drop quickly to grab him. Moxxie almost slip off the bed. Don't need that arm to get worse. "You need to lay down."

"That's boring." Moxxie grumble.

"So, sad." He rolled his eyes and put the pillow down. Did made sure Moxxie laid down. Well at least sitting up against the pillow. Goes to grab the chair and sit down by the bed. "How you feel?"

"Kind of tired. Kind of not."

"Your arm?"

"Nothing too bad." Glance at the cast.

"Good." Then slam his hand down on the bedside table. "What the fuck were you thinking trying to hide it!"

Moxxie didn't realize it that he actually flinches. Didn't know from the sound, Striker voice or the look in his eyes staring at him.

"No, seriously! You got hurt and bit by those things we don't know about besides coming from space! You were poison, arm infected and running a terrible fever. I had to keep double checking to make you were breathing when I was riding here to reach Doc. Fuck, Moxxie I almost felt no pulse!" Striker snarled at him while trying his best to not show how scared he was. This was hitting to close to home again for him.

The shorter Imp open and close his mouth. Head down to look at his hands.

"Well- "

"I didn't want to bother you all." Moxxie clenched the bedsheet. "I was going to wait till I got here. Wave it off a bit. I didn't want to be a burden."

He didn't mean for any of them to get worried. That wasn't the plan at all. Jeez he probably brought unwanted memories back for Striker, his Madre and a sinking feeling Blitz too.

Small silence.

"I so badly want to punch you. You selfless, stupid, stubborn Imp." Striker rubs his face and take a deep breath. He should have seen this coming. For, satan sake this was the same Imp who didn't tell him he was bully and such.

"I'm surprise you didn't."

"Don't need your Madre, vicious woman on my ass. I'll do it after your arm healed."

"So, sweet like I let you."

"Is that a challenge?" Striker smirk but eyes not as challenging.

"I still want to kick your ass remember." Sent a small smug look back.

Striker snorted and put his hat back over his head. "Then you better rest up before your buddies come over."

"Half of them are co-workers."