Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

seventy one

"Are you okay?"

Error sighed, gingerly sitting down on the couch beside him, waving Ink away who was trying to aid him with every movement as if he were afraid he'd fall apart if treated uncarefully. "I'm ti-red-"

"Do you need anything?"

"If you wo-u-ld le-t me fin-ish." Error ground out, continuing. "Yes, I'm okay. He sai-d he g-av-e me so-me med-icine, kept me for a f-ew da-ys to b-e su-re it he-lped , then called yo-u to pi-ck me up."

"What did he give you?"

"Hell i-f I k-no-w, I w-as out of it w-hen you br-ou-ght m-e in, I don't rem-embe-r a lot."