Chapter 6: Getting help and feeling safe

The Doodle sphere was quiet like it normal was when it's main inhabitant wasn't there, the pages depicting the multiple AUs in existence floated around to new positions within the peaceful cream void. At least till a portal and the panicked Creator ran through with the Destroyer in his arms and his sash over his shouder. Shifting the injured skeleton to be for the most part in one arm Ink quickly grabbed his brush and with a slash of paint brought a bed into existence which he quickly deposited Error onto before he quickly ran over to his miniscule area and searched through his art supply box, cursing himself for leaving it a mess as he through anything he wasn't looking for out of the box. Thankfully half way through his search Ink found what he was looking for and pulled them out before rushing back over to the prone destroyer depositing the first aid kit and a seem ripper that doubles as a pair of scissors.

Quickly ink used the seem ripper to undo the seems around the shoulder and sleave of the jacket on the side with the injury, he wasn't going to destroy Errors jacket if he could help it, before cutting the sleave to where the arow passed through the material. After which he removed the detached sleeve and the half undone jacket from Errors form before quickly cutting off Error's shirt. What he saw after he removed the shirt almost caused Ink to be sick, but he quickly repressed the urdge. The arrow had embedded it's self through Error's clavicle and embedded it's self into the Destroyer's shoulder blade fracturing the bone, All an all this was bad. Ink stared at the arrow for a bit trying to decide how best to remove the arrow, before just deciding to use the scissors to saw through the shaft of the arrow between Error's clavicle and shoulder blade and pull out the two halfs separately to prevent himself from causing Error any more damage.

With centereries of persision and care from crafting AUs Ink sawed away at the arow till it snapped in half. With even more care Ink pulled the feathered half of the arrow out of Error's clavicle before removing the haft with the steal arrowhead from the Destroyer's shoulder blade. Ink released a sigh once the arrow out of Error's body before quickly pulling out some wire mesh, glue, and ruber to patch up the bone so it could heal. Working quickly Ink cut two pieces of mesh to go over the areas that had been pierced through by the arrow before placing them over the areas and gluing them in place to act as a scaffolding for the bone to use as support as it healed before wrapping the areas in the ruber to stop the magic from flowing out before pulling out some tape to hold the rubber in place till the bone had knit it's self back together.

Thankfully Ink had done this more then a few times to himself after his more intence battles with Error where the destroyer had resorted to using more traditional skeleton magic leading to Ink getting his own bones pierced by Errors attack. Absently Ink wondered if Error had done the same, though he didn't dare look to see, it wasn't any of his business and if Error wanted him to know he would wait for Error to tell him.

Once that was done Ink realised he should probably do something do something to make sure Error didn't accidentally worsen the injury by moving his injured arm, so he just decided to put a huge cast over Error's chest, Injured shoulder, and the top half of the arm connected to the injured shoulder to completely immobilize said shoulder. Had he gone overboard? Yes. Did he care? Not as long as it allowed Error to heal without Ink worrying that Error would do something unintentionally to worsen the injury.

But for now Ink just clearing the bed of all the items that had cluttered it and left Error to rest.

-sometime later-

Error felt horrible as consciousness started to come back to him, or at least a lot more horrible then he normally felt. You kind of get use to feeling horrible when it's your default state for a long period of time, yet somehow he had managed to feel worse then when he threw up his guts every couple of hours. Even so, Error was use to feeling like his body was in a grinder so he just ignored it and tried to get himself to drift back of into the bliss of unconsciousness. For some unknown reason through he couldn't, and exactly why eluded his foggy mind.

After trying to think on it for a time Error eventually decided it was likely that he was just uncomfortable at the moment. So with a soft sigh of anoyence he shifted his position on the comfy surface to something better before letting himself attempt to fall back asleep. At least that was Error's plan till something clicked in Errors head, he didn't remember falling asleep on a comfy surface.

As that thought passed through his head Error bolted upright as his eyelights sprung in into existence in an attempt to figure out where he was. There was a problem though, he didn't really recognise where he was. For what he assumed was an hour or so, Error stared at the cream colored, endless expands in front of him. Absently the destroyer noticed that unlike the cold, uncaring feeling the Antivoid seamed to emit this unknown place felt like it was emanating a calming, caring, and warm aura.

Error then spotted one specific feature though that when he finally noticed it clued him in on where he likely was, the thousands upon millions of pages of paper floating around depicting the many, many, AUs in existence. There was only one place that he had heard was even remotely like this, and that was Ink's "home" the Doodle Sphere. He had actually never seen it before, he had no way to get here himself unlike many of the others he had heard about this place in his small spying exscusions from when he had just enough time between destroying AUs that it would be useless to try and go back to Antivoid. He had always heard it was an absalutly breathtaking sight and that when you were alone in their the place it's self would do all it could to make you feel at home.

Error honestly hadn't believed it, all his experience with places like this suggested it was chilling and made you feel as if you didn't belong and weren't ment to. This place subverted all of that and was warm and welcoming, he could even feel it trying to give him magic to let him heal faster. Though sadly he couldn't absorb the offered magic. It was honestly jaring to Error because, even if only partially, this place was making him feel safe. He had never felt safe in his known existence, it was extremely disorienting, but it didn't feel bad per say. It actually made him feel slightly better, like at this moment in time there was nothing to get anxious about. Which he was thankful about at the moment because he really didn't have the magic at the moment to spare to being sick again.

With a shake of his head Error forced himself to refocuse on figuring out what he was lying on. As he looked down he was surprised to realise he had been lying on a soft bed. Error was honestly not use to stuff like this, most of what he delt with or touched on a regular basis was either hard or rough to his touch, this though was honestly comfortable. As Error ran his hand over the silky surface he noticed something off about his arm, it took his foggy mind a minute to realise what the problem was and when it clicked in his head he honestly panicked a bit.

He wasn't wearing his jacket.

Upon that little revelation Error quickly did a once over of himself to see if he was missing anything else was missing. Instead he noticed two new things, the first of which was a cast that he honestly believed was going overboard. Seriously though, it covered his chest in addition to his injured shoulder and the upper half of his arm! He knew his shoulder probably wasn't in good shape, but this was overboard! All he had probably needed was a sling or something, instead whoever did this went overboard and imobilised half his arm!

Then there was the second thing he noticed, a sash with vials of paint on it, Ink's sash. Why did he have this? It was then that the fog over his mind decided to clear and he remembered what had happened before he passed out. Puking up his guts after he woke up, Ink's attempt at trying to get his to chat, being told about ink's soul, being offered Ink's soul so that they would be on more equal playing fields, the pain in his shoulder, then... He passed out...

Ink must of brought him here after he had passed out and treated his injury, that kind of explained the overboard cast.

That still didn't explain the why he had Ink's pain sash. Unless... Ink was honest about wanting to just talk with him, and was really willing to let Error hold his soul so that he had some way to protect himself if it went they could talk. Sadly though Error had no way to confirm this at the moment seeing as for some reason the Creator wasn't in the Doodle sphere. Which confused Error a bit seeing as the other had basicly left him alone with his soul... Error didn't focus on it though, he was honestly exhausted and needed to gain back some magic even it it meant that he would have to likely deal with more horrific deals. So with a sigh Error let himself fall back into a lying position on the bed before letting his eye lights flicker out and his eye sockets fall closed as his mind drifted of into to a dreamless sleep.