Helping a Missing Soul(Finding Love I: ErrorInk)

Chapter 14

It had been at least a week since Error had woken up.  Ink would visit him and they'd be happy to see each other.  When he wasn't with Error, Ink had been working on something: a house placed in one of the antivoids.  It wasn't just for him though.  It was for both Ink and Error.  He didn't know why he'd done it.  Maybe so he could be there to help Error while he was healing.  Maybe Error would want to be with him beyond that.

Either way, today was the day that the doctors were letting Error go.  Ink was happy that he would be able to see Error without going so far.  He was also happy that it was because Error was getting better.

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Error had healed some, though it was still suggested he used a wheelchair until his legs completely healed.  He'd be fine with that, as long as Ink was around.  Ink was waiting for him at the entrance/exit, probably to take him back to either the doodle sphere or his antivoid.

"How're you feeling?"

"Bett-ett-etter, though maybe a-a bit hung-ngry."

"Don't worry, we can get you some food."

"Alright."

When Ink teleported them, he was surprised, mainly because a two-story house was sitting in front of them.

"In-nk?"

"Yes?"

"What is-is-is this?"

"I thought you might be more comfortable with an actual house instead of a blank area while you healed, so I drew a house."

"Wel-ell it's... amaz-az-azing."

"Thank you."

Ink rolled Error up the ramp he had drawn, knowing he'd be in a wheelchair when the doctors let him go, and opened the door, letting Error roll himself inside.

"There are a couple of bedrooms downstairs so choose one.  Every other need is downstairs so feel free to look around.  Upstairs is just an office, a bathroom, and a couple of bedrooms."

"Wh-wh-why so many bedroo-ooms?"

"Sleepovers!"

With that, Ink went into what looked like the kitchen, probably to get Error food, leaving him to explore.  He found one of the two bedrooms and decided it would suffice for him.  After that, he went and found the living room.  It was complete with a very comfy looking couch, bookshelf, and even some new colors of yarn for Error to work with.  After a bit, Ink came with a plate of different bite-sized snacks for them.  Error took one and popped it in his mouth as Ink set it on the coffee table.

"Hey, Squ-quid?"

"Ya?"

"Than-ank you.  For eve-eve-everything."

"Anything for you."