Error's breathing was labored and thin once Nightmare had gotten him to a spare bed in the guest room, marrow and dust filling his clothes and spilling out of his clenched teeth. If he wasn't a God, he would've dusted ages ago. Right now, it was Nightmare's priority to make sure he wasn't put through any more pain than necessary.
He sprinted into the bathroom, skidding to a stop on the tiled floor in front of the medicine cabinet and threw open the doors, grabbing all the healing supplies avaliable before slamming them shut and dashing back to Error's side, his phalanges almost a blur as they set aside what he needed.
Using one of his tentacles like a knife, Nightmare gently, carefully, agonizingly slowly cut away Error's clothes.
"I know you hate this, Error," Nightmare soothed when the other skeleton made a half-conscious noise of protest, "but I need to heal you. It'll be over soon."
He smoothed on thick layers of healing gel mixed with peroxide to clean the bone and flush out infection, making sure every crack was covered. Slowly, slowly, he bound the larger cracks with soft cloth, setting broken bones as gently as possible.
"Sssshhh...." Nightmare reached up to rub Error's skull with a gentle hand when the other let out a pained whimper. "It'll be okay..."
A cloth soaked in antibacterial liquid carefully dabbed at Error's face, washing away the marrow and dust. Nightmare focused the little healing magic he had on healing up Error's skull, repairing most of the little fractures. A couple of bandages from the medical kit covered up the two serious skull cracks- one on the jawbone, trickling towards the chin, and one that ended at the edge of his eyesocket.
The glitched skeleton let out a small whimper of pain as Nightmare applied the bandages, barely audible.
"Shh, ssshhh..." Nightmare soothed, applying another layer of healing magic to the cracks he couldn't bandage. "It'll all be over soon, Error. I'm almost done."
Another few dabs with antiseptic and hydrogen peroxide to clean the last of the bones, and Nightmare moved back, surveying his work with a worried eye.
There. That was all he could do. Error would have to fight this battle on his own now.
Nightmare used his tendrils to carry the medical supplies back to the bathroom, placing all the containers and boxes back where they belonged in the cabinet before walking back out. He opened the closet door, grabbing the blanket kept inside. It was sort of thin...
He looked back at Error, observing the smaller, injured skeleton's chilled tremors. One blanket wasn't going to stop the shivering.
Nightmare opened a portal to his own closet, reaching through the rift in space-time to grab several thicker, fuzzy blankets with his tentacles. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed the extra pillows he kept in his closet, too.
The goopy skeleton trotted back to Error's side, spreading the blankets one after the other on top of the skeleton, making sure the layers were positioned for maximum heat. He carefully slid his hand underneath Error's skull before propping it up with the softest pillow he had grabbed.
Error stirred slightly, but his eyelights didn't open. His shivering stopped, though, so that was good, at least. They might have to set up an IV for him later if his HP didn't raise at all, but then there was the added danger of Error's system rejecting the magic and hurting him by forcing it out...
Nightmare sighed, pulling a chair over from a desk near the side of the bed so that he could sit next to Error. All they could do right now is wait. Error was at least in stable condition now, not glitching crazily like he was when Nightmare first got to him. His single eyelight burned with fury as he remembered.
When Error is healed enough for me to leave his side... I'm going to kill Ink and whoever was with them, trying to hurt Error.
The grim promise echoed through his thoughts as his hand traced the side of Error's face gently, staring at the cracks spiderwebbing across the other's skull.
Oh no, the Guardian of Negativity would make sure that this would never, ever happen again, in any way, shape or form. Whatever it took, however long he had to struggle.
Nobody hurts one of mine and gets away with it.
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The Bloody Night Calls
FanfictionError... Such a cursed word. A mistake. An abomination. A fatality. I can't help but laugh silently within my own mind. Of course... no one would ever think that one such as I would ever despise such a title. No one ever thinks that the Destroyer wa...
