Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

It wasn't bad having the blanket. It was just barely good enough for him to consider not throwing it out... for now. Error held the soft, heavy fabric around him as he lazed on his beanbag, glad Ink had gone off to check on the stupid AUs.

Frowning as he felt a cough creeping up on him, Error, grimacing, curled further into the blanket before the upcoming coughing fit began viciously wracking his bones.

...He couldn't breathe-!

Gasping, it finally let up on him, prompting a groan of displeasure, pain and exhaustion from Error, who was starting to hate the word 'cough'.