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Depressed Error

By Skully-The-Author

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Part 4
Part 5
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Chapter 7
Part 8
Part 9
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Part 11
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So um...

Part 22

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Ink POV
Gradient got sick. Error was treating it like the plague. Honestly it's only a fever.
It was kind of sweet though how he kept making sure Grey was doing alright. Pj has been reading to him all day while I've just given him some medicine, water, and food. Though he hasn't eaten it.
That's really what concerns me right now. I looked in, to check on him. He looked really tired and Error was just watching him while Pj read.
"Boys, let's leave him be for a while." I said.
"Noooo. Then he'll be alone mommy!"
"I know baby. But if we want him to get better he needs to sleep."
Error sighed, walked to me and held my hand. Pj was reluctant but eventually walked to me to. I picked him up, turned off the light, and closed the door.
  Pj immediately got anxious. We tried distracting him. Nothing worked. Error seemed really anxious to.
  "...it is just a fever."
  "What if it's worse?"
  "It isn't. Sci said he'll be alright."
  Pj wasn't listening, just looking around, as if something was about to jump out at him.
  I guess that's my trait. I get overly worried when someone I care about isn't doing good. That's probably why I fallow Error everywhere.
  He hasn't stopped me, yet. So I'm assuming I'm ok.
  When it was time for bed Pj insisted on staying in Gradients room with him. Just to make sure he's ok. See, I have a hard time saying 'no' to my boys. Except Error. Because he asks me to give him the knife back.
  I'm getting off track. I let Pj stay in Gradient's room. After saying goodnight Error and I went to our room.
  Neither of us could really sleep. I couldn't because I wanted to make sure Error didn't try it again. He couldn't sleep because Gradient was sick.
  "...m-maybe we should check on him again."
  "Error, love, it's only been two minutes."
  "What if he needs something?"
  "If he does he'll call out... oh shit no he won't."
  "I know! Let's go see! Just to make sure."
  I sighed. This must be how Blue felt when I kept saying Error needs me. Which he does. I'm keeping him safe. Which is what he thinks he's doing for our Gradient.
  There's a big difference between protecting and obsessing though. Sometimes I wonder if I cross the line. This though, this is all the way on obsessing.
  He finally got to sleep thirty minutes later. I smiled, kissed his cheek, and laid down myself. Stars I'm tired. I haven't slept since Error tried to... I can't even think it. What's wrong with me?

Error POV
  When I woke up in the morning Ink was sound asleep next to me. I smiled and put my arm around her.
  She smiled as well and cuddled up with me. She's so cute. And small. I'm not allowed to say that to her face. I'd be dead in seconds. Not literally of course.
  I got up to check on Gradient and Pj. Ink pulled me back.
  "Five more minutes..." she mumbled.
  "But...Inky our kids."
  "Are still asleep."
  She got up and pulled me back, kissing me. I kissed back.  
  "Inky I really love you to but I wanna check on the kids." I said, breaking the kiss.
  She just hung onto me. I got up, carrying her basically.
  They were alright. And still asleep. Gradient looks better. That's a relief. I guess Ink was right. Just a fever.
  I quietly went back to our room and held Ink. She was smiling and just enjoying our time together.
  I was to. We don't usually get moments like this anymore. It was nice. Quiet.
  Shit. I felt an overwhelming amount of anxiety. I don't even know where it came from.
  "Error, darling, are you ok? You're shaking." Ink said.
  I held her closer just hoping that this would go away.
  Shaking violently and crying in silence  it hurts. It's scary. I hate it. I really really hate it. Ink was now the one holding me, though I never let her go.
  "Shh sh sh. It's ok. It's ok honey. Just. Breath. I'm here it's ok." She said calmly.
  I did as she said, taking deep breaths, hoping that it'd stop.
  "Daddy, are you ok?" Gradient asked.
  I looked over to see him at the door. I harder more to calm the fuck down but it only made it worse.
  Ink tried her best to convince Gradient I was ok while comforting me at the same time. I felt like screaming everything seemed so loud and fast. The voices started yelling louder and louder.
  'KILL YOURSELF'
  'HURT YOURSELF'
  'YOU DESERVE IT'
  I couldn't hear anything but the voices and I could t focus on anything but Ink.
  She said something and then took Gradient out of the room.

Ink POV
  "M-mommy what's wrong with daddy?"
  "How do you feel baby? Is your fever gone?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
  He nodded. I took both Gradient and Pj downstairs and put on a movie. I turned the volume up high so they wouldn't hear the screaming that might happen.
  I ran back to Error. He was still shaking, crying, I don't know what's gotten into him but the attacks have never been this bad before.
  He hugged mec, not letting me go or taking his mind off of me for a second.
  I tried to tell him that it was ok and nothing is going to happen. He seemed in pain almost.
  I'm getting scared. What is this? How'd I let this get so bad? Oh my poor Error.

Aaaaaand leaving it on a cliffhanger. Sorry kids but Scully's goin to bed.

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