Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

Ink sighed, staring hard into the cup of coffee in his hands. The brown liquid swirled and reminded him of hot chocolate, but that only made him want to cry again.

Beside him lay Error, covered by a white blanket in a hospital bed, multiple machines attached to him via wire. A soul-rate monitor let out a continuous stuttering beep every now and then.

The sound seemed to him as loud as a cascading waterfall.

The coffee continued to look like hot chocolate, swirling as if mimicking Inks thoughts, just as it had when Sci offered it.

Would Error ever have hot chocolate again?