No More Freshness

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Heylo ma broskidorks! So, quick Lil' A/N here, I just want to thank Y'all! So flippin' many comments, likes, and views! Just... Excuse me for a moment.-

Omygoddisisawesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

-sorry, sorry. Anyways, keep on keepin' on! And now... to da story!
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  "Geno! Ya gotta all up'n hol' up bro! I can't-*Wheeze*- run!" Fresh hollered to his older brother as he tried to catch up.

  He leaned against the side of the church, his basket in one hand, other hand against his chest. The basket had 4 eggs at the time, and Fresh looked over to Geno as many children ran by, picking up eggs and laughing.

  Error was about a yard away with Ink, and they were laying in the grass laughing, both baskets full and spilling over with eggs.

  Fresh tried to catch his breath as Geno ran back to him, helping him stand and smiling widely at him. "This is awesome Fresh!" he began. His smile faltered when Fresh began coughing. Fresh looked down at his oxygen tank. It was almost empty.

  "G-Geno, I gotta get ta mom," he said quietly. Ever since the first emergency with Fresh, he had been extremely quiet, almost never raising his voice above a whisper.

  Geno nodded and picked up Fresh's tank and, while still helping Fresh walk, went over to their mother. When Geno was brought back, he was weak. Now, 3 weeks later and on Easter morning, he was healthier than ever.

  Cq met them halfway and picked up Fresh, walking to the car. After switching out the tank with a fresh one, she looked at him and took off his glasses. He was leaned back, eyes closed as he breathed deeply, a pained expression just barely etching its way onto his face. He was good at hiding emotions and pain, she of all people knew that, so for him to show it must mean he is in some great deal of pain.

  "Are you okay sweetheart?" she asked. He opened his eyes and one shaky eye light met her eyes.

  "Yeah ma." he whispered, his eye light flashing red for a moment. This was because his eye light showed his emotions when they were extremely strong. Cq knew this, and looked at him strangely.

  "Fresh, what type of magic is red magic?" she asked.

  "Red? Uh, hate and hurt, sometimes distinguished as pain. Why?" he asked, holding back a wince. His eye flashed red again.

  "I knew it. Fresh, your eye is flashing red. What's hurting?" she asked him. He looked at her, blinked, and looked down.

  "Iz mos'ly ma head an' chest, but ma back an' neck hurt like higgity heck too." he said. His mother sighed.

  Usually, Fresh's lingo would somewhat comfort her, but now it just sounded like a cover-up to her. She ignored that, however, and focused on the fact that he told her the truth.

  "Fresh, you need to tell me these things sooner." she scolded. He looked down.

  She was about to say something else, but Error ran up to her with Ink in his arms. Ink was unconscious, and his shirt was extremely bloodied and matted. His legs had chips and gashes, along with his skull and arms. Error had scratches and gashes as well, but not as bad. Tears ran down his face as he explained.

Error and Ink giggled as another cloud passed by, this time looking like a rabbit. They sat up to the sound of thundering stomps, getting closer.

"Hey, wimps! You two better hand over your eggs right now!" A skeleton walked up. He had a red headband on his head, and blue freckles across his face. Error knew him from his first year at school.

They were about to just hand them over, but, apparently to the bully, they had taken too long. He snapped and attacked them. Ink took most of it, blocking Error, until Error picked Ink up and teleported away, running to his mother immediately.

  After he was finished with the quick explanation, Cq hurried them into the car along with Geno. She called Com as they rushed to the hospital. The doctors rushed to Ink and Error, carrying them away.

  Fresh couldn't relax, couldn't breath, couldn't see. Something took over him. The new emotion was so strong that he couldn't get help, couldn't move. He called for help, but n o b o d y c a m e.

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  Cq sat down beside Fresh, who was silent. Too silent, almost. She looked at him. His eye sockets were empty, and he was shaking. "Fresh, honey?" she asked. He didn't respond. His face was bright purple with fever now, and he was sputtering and coughing. He wasn't breathing.

  "Someone! Help my son!" Cq screamed. Geno clung to her as the doctors all rushed over, carrying him to room 420. After an hour, a nurse came back in.

  "So I see you are here for.. Fresh, Error, and Ink?" the nurse asked.

  When Cq nodded, the nurse's expression saddened. "I'm sorry to inform you, Ms. Cq, but Ink is currently comatose, and unfortunately it was not medically induced. He has four fractured ribs, a fractured ulna, cracked patella, and a sprained ankle. His state is critical, and he us currently in surgery." Cq looked at the nurse in surprise and tears streamed down her face.

  Geno gasped. "A-and Fresh and Error?" he asked, his soul thrumming with worry.

  "Fresh's soul is slightly unstable, which caused his magic to attack itself along with his soul. Currently, we are trying to figure out what to do, as his deteriorated state is too weak for surgery. Error.. He is fine physically, besides a cracked eye socket. His soul, however, is cracking due to emotional strain." she stated, looking at him.

  "Will they be okay?!" He yelped.

  "We aren't sure."

  In Fresh's room, Fresh was curled up in the corner of his bed. He was surrounded with purple magic, red stripes passing around every now and then and hitting him in the soul.

  He tried to cry out, but he couldn't. He lifted his head when he heard the sound of teleportation and sobbing. He looked up.

  His eye sockets widened and he cried even more. Error was sitting there, broken and mangled, and his soul was cracking.

  Fresh reached out and grabbed it. He didn't have healing magic, so he formed a pocket dimension around Error's soul and poured his magic into it, not caring if it hurt him. Error's soul took it, and he slowly began to heal. Fresh passed out.

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Ya know, I was almost thinkin' of changin' it up to bring Deccy back. Then I thought:"Nah, where's da fun in dat?"

Oh ye! Happy early bday to Deccy and Error. (Even doh I'll prolly post sometin fer it.)

If y'all didn't know:
Deccy's bday- April 2
Error's bday-April 3
Fresh's bday-April 20(poor bab 420)

I don't remember Geno's, so if any of ye know can ya tell meh? Thanks!

Stay fresh and keep on keepin' on!
-Oopa out!