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Background Knowledge 

Ink hasn't been around lately and it's starting to worry you. So, of course, being the amazing girlfriend you are, you visit his house to see if he is okay. Little did you know that your lovable Inky was sick.

Your POV 

"Ink? Ink, honey! Are you there?"

I knocked on the door for the third time and waited for a response. I put an ear against the door and furrowed my brows. I hear slight shuffling from inside and then some clicks from the door. I back away and wait for the door to open. It creaks open and I see Ink standing there. I gasp at his condition. He was hunched over with a blanket wrapped around himself and there were big bags under his eye sockets. He offers a weak smile. "Hey sweetie." His voice was hoarse and strained.

I didn't respond for a few seconds. "Sweetie?" He sounded concerned. I looked at him determinedly and shooed him into the house. I guided a clueless Ink to the couch and sat him down. I rush up stairs and search for a thermometer. Where is that damn thing? After a while of searching, I eventually find it and rush down stairs again. I head to the couch to find that Ink is gone. Pots and pans are rattling in the kitchen. My eye twitches, annoyed. "Ink! Get your nonexistent ass in here!" 

The rattling stops and I sink into my hip waiting for him to come back. A tired Ink walks back into the living room with his head hung. I point to the couch and he sits down. I take his temperature and it was just as I suspected. He's sick. 

Ink looks away from me and a sigh escapes me. I sit down next to him on the couch and put a hand on his shoulder. I rub it gently. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" He looks down at his lap and speaks hoarsely. "I didn't want you to worry about me. I'm your boyfriend and I need to stay strong and keep you safe. Having you worry about me makes me feel like I've failed." My lips part slightly and my eyes widen in surprise. A smile finds its way to my face and I hug him. He tried to push me away in fear that I would get sick, but he was too weak in his current condition. I spoke softly. "Ink, you don't need to be strong all of the time. Everyone is weak at some point. Just because you got sick doesn't mean you've failed me." I squeeze him lightly. "I love you and nothing is going to change that. Let me take care of you for once."

He leans into my touch and hums in response. My smile widens a little and I pull away from the hug. He looks at me confused and sort of disappointed. I stand up from the couch and help him lay down. I grab a blanket and place it over him. "I'm gonna get some medicine and make you some soup, okay. Get comfy and don't even think about getting up. Call me if you need anything."

He looks at me longingly, but doesn't say a word. I head to the kitchen and pull my phone out. I dial Dream's number and wait for him to pick up. After a few seconds, he does. "Hey y/n! What's up?" As I speak to Dream, I go around the kitchen and collect everything I need to make the soup. "Hey Dream. I'm at Ink's place right now and I just found out that he's sick. I think that's why he hasn't been around lately." I hear Dream gasp from the other line. "Really?! Why didn't he tell anyone?" 

"He said that he didn't want people to worry about him." I start preparing the soup. "Anyways, Do you know where Ink keeps his medicine? I don't want to bother him with it." Dream thinks for a few seconds before I hear him snap his phalanx. "I think he keeps it in the first drawer of the cabinet upstairs. Check there first." I hum and set a timer for the soup. "Okay, thanks. Also, is there anything else I need to know for taking care of him? I've never taken care of a sick skeleton before." 

Dream responds with a slight giggle. "Well, for us skeletons, we may act uncharacteristically. Sometimes it can be negative and sometimes it can be positive. I'm not exactly sure how Ink will act, but I'm sure you'll figure it out. Good luck y/n!" I furrow my brows at his words. "Thanks Dream. Bye." I hang up the phone and put it in my pocket. Uncharacteristically? What could that mean?