Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

"I regret everything..." Ink groaned from the couch, holding a wet cloth to his forehead as he laid back against the couch.

Error hummed in acknowledgement, spoon feeding him soup as the only way he knew how to make the other feel a little better, or at least happier. He would've felt more useful if he was capable of holding the cloth, and maybe even providing a small massage, but just the thought of either made him made him shiver. It wasn't a touchy-touchy day for him. 

Ink was fine with that though, just happy to at least have him nearby.