Error's POV

It was quiet as I entered the room. A small box and a small cup of warm coffee were in my hands. The curtains were pulled open which allowed the morning light to pour into the room. An air dispenser on the counter released a calming scent with a first aid kit sitting next to it.

My eyes locked onto Ink. He was hugging himself as best as he could while rocking back and forth, staring into the wall. He didn't cry nor smile. Words still refused to come from Ink's mouth, keeping him completely silent. I had yet to hear his voice.

Ink turned his head to me and stopped rocking with a small spark of familiarity glinting across his face. He crossed his legs and stared out the window, no longer having interest in me.

Molly jumped on the bed with him, almost following a new routine that we had. Ink cuddled into her, subconsciously making me smile at the scene. The chains of his handcuffs clinked together, continuing to restrain his wounded hands.

I placed the box and the coffee on the small table that resided next to the bed before sitting down in the chair that I left the day before.

Me: How are you holding up, Ink?

I asked quietly, however still making Ink slightly flinch from the sudden noise. His white eyes glanced at me but his mouth stayed sealed shut. To be honest, I wasn't expecting him to answer my question. I thought for a second.

Me: How about, instead of speaking, you can give me a simple nod or a shake of your head. So we can still communicate and you keep silent. Does that sound good?

Ink looked at the white sheets of his comforters but eventually nodded. I smiled, looking at Molly, who provided mental support for Ink's fragile state of mind.

I grabbed the box from the table before opening it. The smell of food drew Ink's attention to me. I offered the box to him.

Me: This is for you as you haven't eaten in the past days that you've been awake. Don't worry, it's not hospital food. I... actually cooked it myself.

Ink stared at it but shook his head, not wanting to eat. I sighed.

Me: You can't go without eating. It isn't healthy for you. Please, Ink.

The emotionless marine reluctantly went to grab the box but immediately froze when the handcuffs stopped him, still being attached his wrists and the railing of the bed. I looked up at him.

Me: I'll make you a deal.

Ink locked eyes with me, seeming to be intrigued by my sudden offer.

Me: I will take off your cuffs but you have to eat and stay in your bed.

He agreed which soon led to me opening the locks of the metal restraints. Ink messaged his wrists once they were off. He didn't show emotion but I could tell that he was grateful. I watched him slowly eat, barely consuming anything. His hands suddenly caught my attention.

  I had never realized until now but Ink's hands were constantly shaking slightly. It was most likely caused by the injuries. It made it difficult for him to have precise hand movements.

(Time Skip)

I sat down at my desk and placed my fingers on the keyboard. However they froze, hovering over the black keys. My mind couldn't stop thinking the injuries on Ink's hands.

It frustrated me. I knew the cause but I didn't know the how or why. My hands clenched as I leaned back in my chair. A sigh slipped through my mouth. Linda seemed to notice since she turned around to look at me.

Linda: What's up?

Me: You know those wounds that Ink Comyet, the marine, has on his hands?

I asked, leaning forward and resting my arms on my legs.

Linda: Yeah. They were caused by knifes.

Me: Not just any, I figured it out. Two kukris with the length of seventeen inches or roughly forty-three centimeters. They went straight through the bone with the sharp side facing away from him.

Linda: How did you know that?

Me: I carried them when was I commissioned in the Air Force for self defense reasons.

She hummed, putting a finger to her chin to help her think.

Linda: So what you're saying is... someone else did it.

Me: Yup.

  My coworker and I continued to talk until we saw a doctor walk past our desk with a police officer behind him. I watched them approach Ink's door, causing me to stand from my chair. Molly darted up and joined me at my side as I tried to catch up to them without tripping over myself.

  They pushed open the door and the officer approached the bed. Ink's eyes became filled with fear as he tried to get away. However he was secured to the bed.

Me: What are you doing? You're scaring him.

  The officer grabbed Ink's arms. The patient put his foot on the their chest and kicked them away from him, causing the officer to fall to the floor.

  I rushed to the bed and kneeled in front of Ink. He was breathing heavily with tears rolling down his cheeks.

Me: You're okay, you're okay. They're not going to hurt you. They're just here to help.

  The fear on Ink's face quickly disappeared, being replaced by an emotionless stare.

Me: Are you... ready to leave?

  Ink stared at me for a second...

And nodded