To Fix A Multiverse

Chapter 24

Vigour stared blankly at the table as he sat on Ink's couch. No expression on his face. His eye lights small and dim. He had been like that since he'd woken up an hour ago.

Ink frowned worriedly as he sat down on a chair opposite of Vigour. He hadn't managed to snap him out of whatever daze he was in yet and he was scared. He was very scared that Vigour had been broken.

Vigour blinked slowly before looking at Ink with dull eye lights that held so much pain in them. No longer that glow and sparkle he often had. As if that sparkle had been taken away to show the pain that had dwelled within him.

"Ink?" he asked in a monotone voice. "You need something?"

"Yes. I need to know if you think you're alright." Ink explained.

"And you should eat something." He added, pointing at the plate that he had placed onto the coffee table. A chicken sandwich was laying on it.

"I'm fine." Vigour answered in that same monotone voice, obviously not fine like he'd said.

He looked at the sandwich and shook his skull. "Maybe later. I'm not hungry."

Ink sighed when Vigour told him he was fine. He was obviously not.

"You should really eat. You've been out for a while." He said gently.

Vigour looked at the food for a moment and sighed heavily before picking it up and nibbling on it. He didn't need to eat. He didn't feel hungry after all. If he ate he'd most likely be sick because his magic wouldn't process the food properly.

"You don't have to eat much. I just want you to eat a bit." Ink explained, sighing shakily. He was worried out of his mind.

"Okay." Vigour replied and ate about a quarter of the sandwich before putting it down. He could feel his magic trying to push it out but he just swallowed it back down. He was used to this. They always force fed him after sessions after they found out about this little fact that he couldn't process food well after pain.

Ink stood up, letting out a small sigh.

"Do you need anything?" He asked as he picked up the plate, intending to carry it to the kitchen.

Vigour shook his skull slowly and looked back down, his eyes not focusing on anything.

Ink nodded slightly and put the plate into the kitchen, picking up a blanket as he walked back to Vigour. He wrapped it around his shoulders carefully.

"Is there anything you would like to drink?" He asked.

Vigour blinked in confusion before he snuggled into the warmth, pulling the ends to wrap around him. He'd take any sort of comfort he could get. He thought for a moment on Ink's question.

"Water... I guess?" he asked more than said.

"Okay." Ink replied, walking back to the kitchen. He quickly made a glass of water and walked back to Vigour, putting it onto the coffee table. He sat down next to him and took out his notebook and a pencil, writing something down.

Vigour tentatively reached out for the water, looking at Ink a few times to see if he was watching or if he'd said he couldn't have it. Finally he took the glass and took a sip, feeling cool water down his throat.

Ink wrote down a few unspecified things, glancing over at Vigour. He was glad that he had taken the water.

Vigour drank about halfway before he stopped and gently put the glass back down onto the table. He did it so carefully, as if he was trying not to make a sound, still glancing at Ink in slight fear.