Ink POV
I was drawing with the kids while Error slept. It's been difficult the past four years with Error's depression still worsening and taking care of the kids, but in the end it's all worth the smiles I get from all of them.
"Mommy, why is daddy sleeping all the time?" Gradient asked.
"I don't know. Maybe he's just tired."
"Can we go wakes him up?" Pj asked.
"If you really want to. I'm sure he won't mind."
They smiled and ran to wake up Error. I started singing as I drew.
"La Da da dee la da da do. La da da me la da da you-"
"MOMMY!" I hear PJ scream from upstairs.
I ran up the stairs panicking.
I saw them looking at his arms. I gasped and felt tears in my eyes. There was fresh blood coming from his wrists. I covered their eyes and took them to Dream and Blue. I then took Error to Sci.
I spent two hours sobbing in a waiting room, waiting to see my husband.
"Ink, he's gonna be ok. He didn't cut nearly deep enough to cause anything deadly or permanent. Maybe a bit of some trauma on your part but uh... I'll let you figure that out."
I ran to Error. He wasn't awake but thank the stars he's not a pile of dust. I hugged him as I waited for him to open his eyes, say something, anything to tell me he's ok.
After thirty agonizingly long minutes, he finally hugged back.
I sat up. He looked at me, tired, afraid.
"Oh god... Error, love what happened!?"
He looked down, still afraid and shaking. I kissed him.
"I-I started thinking and the thoughts wouldn't go away... t-the voices they kept screaming... I didn't know what else to do, baby I... I love you. I love Gradient I love Pj I just... it's really hard to keep fighting it."
I just kept hugging him.
"It's ok.. it's ok w-we'll keep trying. We'll win this I promise..."
I started crying again. That was horrifying. God I should've been there for him! I-i shouldn't leave him alone.
My babies! Oh no they saw his arms t-the cuts! Oh my god I've probably scared them
by panicking like that.
Stupid stupid stupid!
Error POV
When it came morning Sci said I was ok to go home. We went to pick up our sons.
"Daddy! Daddy! Look! We make you drawings!" Pj said.
"We make some for mommy to!" Gradient added.
"That was very nice of you boys. Thank you." Ink said, looking at me.
She smiled sadly and hugged me again. I don't think Gradient or Pj knew what happened.
Ink went to talk to Dream and Blue. They asked what'd happened and Ink said she'd explain another time.
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