Chapter 8

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Ink's P.O.V

Me and Blue were waiting in the waiting room, anxiously waiting for SCI to tell us how he's doing.

If Blue had fingernails they would be gone by now. He's been constantly getting up and fidgeting. I care about Dream to, but I'm not his mom.

If someone didn't know us, they would probably mistaken Blue as a nervous mom or sibling.

He's getting to worried, he was doing good when he woke up. He should be fine and we can just pick him up tomorrow and it will be like this never happened.

Well, except me and Blue will start monitoring him and staying in contact with him at all times, whether it be in person or on the phone.

Recently, the spikes in negativity have become a lot more common and more severe, we can't just sit here and risk Dream dying.

We heard the doors fly open and in came SCI looking at some papers as he walked towards us. Blue immediately ran up to him.

"Well, how's he doing? When can we take him home?" He asked, staring SCI dead in the eyes.

"W-Well, he is doing good. But I want him to stay for one n-night to make sure he's safe to go h-home." SCI stumbled over his words.

"Okay! Thank you!" Blue said, the excitement in his eyes as he skipped back to me.

"Alright, let's go home. We can pick up Dream in the morning." I said getting out of my chair and looking at Blue. He nodded and we left the hospital and returned to our house.

It was 8:13pm now, so me and Blue both went to our rooms that would be in for the rest of the night.

I sketched in my notebook a bit before getting up and going to my bed. I threw a small bouncy ball up in the air multiple times before drawing again.

I continued this cycle until 10:27 when I thought it was late enough to sleep.

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