I bleed for you ~A sequel to I bleed Red | An Ink x Reader~

(I've finally found the source of my lack of motivation that I'm sure you're familiar with by now. It's been a life long road but a few months ago I found out I have Autism and that the ADHD I mentioned a long time ago was a misdiagnosis of it. The reason I can only work on a few chapters for a period of time is due to hyper fixations. The times I do work on this story is when I hyper-fixate on it, otherwise I have no motivation or interest in writing. This is why my schedule is all over the place and I deeply apologize for it. There's not much I can do about it other than I can attempt to try and inspire myself more often, but I can't promise anything. I hope you can understand and forgive any poor writing that I may of forced myself to do. It sometimes feels like a chore to start writing.)

I'm also 17 now and I'm starting to outgrow the demographic on wattpad. I want my stories to contain mature elements but seeing as the demographic seems to be younger teens, I feel I have to be responsible. I dislike some of my old chapters for this reason. It was not ok for me to write about the things I did and I apologize. With that out of the way, onto this overdue chapter.)

~Y/n's POV~

It wasn't too long after I woke up that I was sick once more. Except this time, I had Ink with me. He assisted me out of bed as soon as he noticed I was about to be unwell and ran me to the bathroom that was connected to our bedroom. He made sure my hair was out of the way and kept giving me reassurances.

I was feeling a lot better now thanks to his help and now we were making breakfast together. I wasn't lying when I said I was craving sunny side up eggs. I guess we had gotten up early since none of the others were awake yet, or at least were keeping to their rooms. 

Ink still looked tired which didn't surprise me. I can't believe he didn't sleep hardly at all since I was gone. Despite the drowsiness he was still humming a small tune to himself and he looked happier than ever. He was doing most of the cooking work by frying the eggs. All I had done was put two pieces of bread into a toaster. I was still contributing! 

As we were finishing up (I had taken the toast out of the toaster and Ink was placing the eggs on a plate), I heard footsteps come down the stairs and Dream entered the kitchen. He must've just woken up because he was moving slower than normal and he was rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. I think this is the only time I've seen him not wearing his cloak. 

"Morning, Dream! We have some extra eggs if you want some." I greeted as I got my own plate of eggs and toast.

"I'm good for now, thank you though." His voice was groggy and didn't have the chirp it usually had. He sat down at the dining table with his skull in one hand. Something was off about him.

I sat down with my food across from him and Ink sat down next to me, even scooting his chair to be closer. "Is something wrong, Dream?" I asked him while grabbing a fork to begin eating.

"A little... Did Night contact you last night? I've been worried about him ever since he walked out and said he needed some space." Concern laced his voice that sounded downright exhausted. 

"He did, actually. I'm not sure if he'd want me talking about what happened but what I can say is..." I took a pause to think about what I actually could say, "is that he's not hurt, if that was a concern. He's just a bit..." I paused again to think of the word that best described him without worrying Dream.

"Was just that he was just a bit head over heels for Cross, I'm sure." Blade's version of Ink's voice said next to me. I turned my head quickly to look at her in shock. Her red eyes weren't looking at either of us as she picked at the food on Ink's plate.

"What do you mean, Ink?" Dream was almost wide awake now, his hand no longer supporting his skull. 

"It's Blade. And what I mean is that-" I cut her off quickly.