(EDITED ...kinda?) 

*later*

Error's Pov:

Take a guess.

And if you guessed that my foot was once again chained to that hospital bed, then you guessed correctly.

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. . .

I sigh in frustration as I watch Ink search through my jacket pockets. Why? Well, the second I was back in this crappy hospital room, he took my jacket off of me, went to the darkest corner of the room -with my jacket- and started to dig through it as if he was going to find some secret treasure or $30,000g . . . don't ask me why, I don't freaking know why he was doing it.

Oh, and guess what? Well, since my special jacket protection was gone now and I can't even remember the last time I left my jacket off for a full five minutes, my glitches where going over the roof. but do you want to know what made this stupid situation even stupider? guess who was just staring at me, -not saying anything- but just staring? . . .Reaper. . . god of death. . .

I glare at him.

He stares back.

I glare even harder.

He continues to stare.

I flip him off.

Still staring.

I attempt to flip him off a second time, -both hands this time- but I was interrupted. 

"Error, what is this?" Ink stands up and walks over to me, holding my glasses. Wait, how did he- oh yea, he was the one just digging through my jacket a while ago, which was totally not creepy at all.

I swipe the glasses out of his hands. "None of your business. . ."

". . . Are they yours?" he asks, his eyes changing shapes faster than I could say 'dude, you've got a problem.'

I didn't want him to take them away, so I answered with a simple; "yes. They are my glasses."

Literally the second I say that, Doc butted in front of Ink, clipboard and pen at hand. I didn't even know he was still in here with us. "How many fingers am I holding up!?" he asks, holding up his hand.

"Uhh. . ." I had to squint a little. 'Lets see. . . four . . .five. . .six? No. . . that's not possible, a skeleton cant have six fingers. . .maybe three? Is he holding up three? Nah, its four.'

". . . four." I say, only getting the same blank look Reaper had been giving me for the past ten minutes.

". . . you wanna put on those glasses?" Doc says, and it was at that moment I had realized that I answered wrong. 'Where is Outertale's cliff when you need it?'  I think as I look down at my glasses, hesitating before putting them on with shaky hands. I jump up in surprise Immediately. Not only was Doc holding three fingers up, -don't get me wrong, I was not happy with it- but Sci, Doc, and Ink looked. . . different. . . when I didn't have them on Ink just looked like a black, white and tan blob holding a weird looking stick with the colors changing at one end, but now he looked like a brave and noble leader, not a blob. The colorful vials around his chest shinned dully under the hospital lights, and I could see random writings and scribbles on his scarf.

'Wow . . . that deserves first place in the 'effort put into getting dressed every morning award.'  I think as I gaze around the room as if seeing it for the first time, now that I could spot the details in the carpet, and the muddy footsteps trailing into the room and out. (*cough* Ink *cough* *cough*)

"Woah. . . Error, heh, we must have won the lottery." Fell says with a smile. Wow, the dude looks even more emo and awkward than when I had my glasses on. Wait. . . when did he get here?

"W-what?" I say in confusion, my small smile turning into a frown. 'Wait, I was smiling?'

"Fell, what are you doing here? I thought you were helping Classic and Stretch with 'Operation find Blue.'" Ink says with a worried look.

"Oh, that reminds me, I came here to warn-" Fell was cut off as a loud battle cry was heard from what sounded like somewhere just down the hall, and heading this way.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

To my absolute terror, the door was kicked down, and out of habit I quickly take off my glasses, placing it on the bed stand next to me. 

"ERROR!!!!!" Stretch was standing were the now demolished door had once stood, his eye light glowing like he was going to kill the next monster he sees, and I suddenly get the feeling that it might be me. 

"...yes?" I keep my calm. Both Doc and Sci backed away to a safe distance, but Ink and Reaper kept their positions. Before I knew it, Stretch was at my throat, pinning me to the wall. Since my foot was still chained to the foot of the bed, -opposite of the wall- and he had me at least three feet above the bed- and according to the laws of motion, all I have to say is that the sound of a bone cracking was . . . sickening.

"WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!?!?!" Stretch doesn't even hesitate to to yell, and all I could do was cringe in pain. His grip slowly get tighter around my neck, forcing blood to drip from my mouth.  

He was talking about Blue.

"I- I d-don't know. . ." I manage to choke out, but it only made it worse.

"LIER!!" he yells, summoning a bone.

The look in his eyes . . . I go limp, allowing my gaze to slip away from his. 'I'm ready. . .' I think.

Suddenly, he seemed to hesitate, and to my surprise, he lets go of me; stepping off the bed but making sure I fall. At least there was a mattress for me to land on.

Emediantly, I sit up and go over my leg. The pain was numbing but still there, the crack had marrow was streaming of it like there was no tomorrow. I curse under my breath as it started to stain the sheets.

"[Darn] it Doc, what use are you if your just going to stand their?" I turn to see Fell was suddenly at my side, holding a roll of bandages. He reaches over in attempt to put the bandages on my my leg, but as soon as he got close, I flinch away, moving my leg away from his reach. He tries again, but the same thing happens.

Fell's Pov:

I look up to see something rare, Fear. Error was staring down at his broken leg, sure he was cringing in pain -I don't understand why he's not screaming in pain- but his glitches were going wack, and his eyes, well, glitches covered them. Maybe this his way of hiding pain?

"Error, come on, I'm trying to help you- just hold still for me, will ya?" as I say that, he seemed to wake up, but his arms immediately shoot up and cover his skull as if in attempt to block a hit. . . I jump back in surprise. Ink grabs my shoulder with a questioning look.

Doc stepped over and took the bandages away from me, turning  to Error.

He pauses, glancing back at me before motioning for us to leave. "Go, its way too crowded in here. That includes you too Stretch, you and Sci can come back later when you calm down, but for now you are the first skeleton to leave this room." Doc says with a serious look in his eyes.

To my surprise, everyone -even Ink- leaves the room. All that was left to kick out of the room was me. "Do you need anything, Fell?" Doc asks.

"Sorry . . . Can I come back later?" I ask. Maybe next time Classic could come with me, well, if Doc lets us.

Doc looked surprised, but I couldn't blame him. "Um ok, sure. But I don't think I will be able to text you about it in the group chat without getting over a thousand visitors."

"Heh, don't worry- here." I take a small piece of paper out of my pocket and hand it to him. "Its my number, text me when we can talk to Error again."

"Excuse me, we?" Doc asks, tapping his foot and raising a non-existent eyebrow.

I act fast, not wanting to lose my chance. "W-well, Classic might want to come."

"Fine, but don't invite the whole multiverse ok?" He grabs the piece of paper and sets it onto the bed stand next to Error's glasses.

Seeing as I had nothing left to do here, I make my exit. "Alright then, don't worry, just me and Classic will come. 'see ya later."

Doc's Pov:

I go to sit at the head of Error's bed as I watch Fell leave, closing the door behind him lazyly with his magic.

"Yeeeeeeeeeah. . . I'm kind of still here. . ." I nearly jump through the roof. I turn to see Error staring blankly at me, his glitches had calmed down.

"Error?" I say slowly, looking down at the bleeding glitch. 

"Who?" I stare in confusion. Had the pain given him amnesia? maybe that why he hadn't reacted yet... maybe it was some form of shock. "Pfffffff calm down I was kidding!" Error says with a smile.

Wat. How. Wut. WAIT.

". . . You are Error. . . Right?" I ask.

He just sighs and then grabs the bandages from me, and starts to wrap his leg on his own. Even though he still had handcuffs on, his movements were quick and with experience. 

"Error, I didn't know you had a hand in medical stuff." I say while leaning forward, watching him closely. honestly, the guy was probably better than me.

He rolls his eyes at me. "What did Fell want?"

"I don't know." I say, wondering if I should just leave Error to finnish up.

"You know, it's really boring being stuck to a bed, can you maybe give me something to do?"

I look at Error in surprise. "Oh, um sure. I'll be right back. . . "

(A/N:

pic is NOT mine.

1812 words.)