Error's POV

  I felt my soul completely stop beating as fear overtook my emotions. I ran to Ink's side to see if he was okay but, I already knew that he wasn't.

  I called for a maid with an unknown tone in my voice. She entered the room and instantly rushed to the telephone to call the hospital. I looked at Ink before carefully picking him up. There was no other way to move him.

  As I moved through the hallway, I had to ignore the increasing temperature of my body heat. All of this was just from touching Ink, I was certain of that.

(Time Skip)

  My leg bounced as I tried to control my breath. I was having a panic attack, which has never happened to me before. My bones felt warm but I was freezing cold. Tears threatened to fall and it was difficult to speak.

  To be honest, this is the first time I've felt like this. This felt worse than my reaction to my mother being injured. I didn't understand why I was acting this fearful for my bodyguard.

  A sound pulled me out of my thoughts. Looking up, I saw the doctor. I stood from my chair and walked over to him.

Me: How is he?

  My voice was quiet and worried.

Doctor: He will live but he's sleep deprived. One more day without sleep and he would have died. Ink just needs some rest.

Me: Can I see him?

Doctor: Ink is sleeping but I'll allow you.

  He couldn't say "no" to me. My family hired him so I was his boss.

  The doctor led me to the room that my bodyguard was kept in. Once we walked in, I motioned for the doctor leave so I would be alone with Ink.

  Slowly approaching Ink, I stared at his chest. When I saw it moving up and down, I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over me.

'I'm glad to see that you are okay.'

  I pulled a chair next to his bed. It was strangely peaceful, watching Ink breathe. Just the small sound of the inhale, and the exhale. He looked content in his motionless state.

  I have never seen my bodyguard like this. His black suit was replaced with a hospital gown. The familiar serious expression had softened to a relaxed position. His brown scarf was on the table next to him.

  Picking up the brown cloth, I stared at it before holding close to my chest. My eyes began to feel heavy but I refused to close them. Ink lost sleep to protect me and now...

I was going to do the same for him