Together again(errink)

Emergancies

Dream calls Error, having just been informed that Ink's parents will be taking him to court.

Error pauses his knitting and picks up the phone, and looks at it after seeing its dream "hey dream, I was actually thinking about calling you" he wanted to get things set for Ink's birthday "it seems Ink's birthday is in three days and poor guy never got a birthday party. Can you believe that"

"Yes, I can. They want to take Ink to court. So I can be his lawyer. But that means everyone else will have to be witnesses and testify Ink's innocence." Dream rushes, panic clear in his voice.

Ink finishes one part of the painting and moves on to the next, still humming away.

Error blinked, trying to get what was just said threw his skull. "THOSE BASTARDS ARE DOING WHAT?" he yelled, his eyes glitching. He was sure that Ink heard him yelling.

"If anything, it should be ink taking those parasites to court for stealing from him."

There's a thud from Error's room as Ink falls from the ladder and lands on his arm. Yet, he didn't make a sound.

"That's why I'm his lawyer. I am going to milk them for their money and their freedom." Dream states.

Error Hurd the thud and got up "good; they don't deserve nice things after what they did," he said, getting to his door. "Ink, your parents are being jerks again," he said. Though when he didn't hear anything, he got a little worried "...Ink..?"

The artist grips the plastic with one hand, his now very obviously broken arm bleeding the same black substance he threw up. He whimpers almost silently.

"Error? What happened?" Dream asks.

Error hesitated for a moment before opening his door, and his soul almost stopped right then. "Ink! " He said, going to his friend. "Dream, I have to call you back; ink broke his arm," he said, ending that call.

"Ink, I'm right here. I'm calling an ambulance," he said as he did just that, as he didn't know if moving Ink was a good idea.

"Y-yes, my friend fell, and his arm is broken...I don't know if he hit his head or not," he said, gave his address, and looked back at Ink. "They're on their way, ink."

Ink is starting to tear up from the pain shooting up his arm. "It h-hurts..." Ink whispers.

"I know... help will be here soon," Error said, trying to be comforting to Ink. "I'm right here, ink... try not to move too much."

He stayed with Ink until the paramedic showed up, and he led them to where Ink was so they could start stabilizing him and give him painkillers.

Ink lets them work with very little resistance. However, he wanted to hold Error's hand since it helped calm him usually.

Error also wanted to hold Ink's hand but couldn't get close enough. And then they said they would take Ink to the hospital.

Error wanted to go with them, but he wasn't allowed as he was not a family member or a spouse. "Ink, I'll come to see you as soon as I can," he yelled as the other skeleton was put into the ambulance.

Error called Dream back, pacing back and forth till he picked up. Ink cries softly before deciding it would be better to turn off his emotions.

Error is already getting ready to go; he got the puppets of himself and Ink. And his travel yarn bag. "Dream. Dream. Ink is in the hospital. Can you or Nightmare come to take me there?" he asked.

"Of course! I'll be right there!" Dream hangs up and gets into his car. He calls Nightmare, hoping he will pick up.

Error waits outside nervously, picking at the end of his scarf as he waits.