Destiny's thumb- uh- pov...?

I lift up Fate's unconscious body and chuck it into a place she can NEVER ESCAPE. It makes me happy and sane to know Error's safe. Welp. I'm gonna go play Minecraft.

Error's pov

No. No. No. No. Fate... she's gonna come back for me. I can't take this. I can't. No. No more. Please no.

"-rror?"

"Er-"

Oh no. Please no. She's calling my name. PLEASE NO!

"ERROR!"

Huh...? My eyes are squinting. It's so bright. Thank goodness the Error signs aren't clouding my vision anymore.

"Just focus on me, okay...?"

I look up at Ink, who's hands are placed on my shoulders.

"Just take deep breaths... that's it, you're okay..."

I do as he instructed. Wait. My leg is still gone... OH NO FATE STILL HAS MY BODY PARTS DOESN'T SHE?! WHY- ...—-

3rd person pov

Dream places his hands to Error's chest, and uses the healing magic on Error. Error quickly stops hyperventilating, but is still in a state of panic. Dream keeps the healing magic flowing into Error. Ink just keeps holding onto Error, just in case. Then, Dream whispers to Ink, quietly enough so that Error couldn't hear. Said skeleton was too busy relaxing into the healing magic.

"Ink... what are we gonna do about his detached body parts...?"

Ink froze. He didn't think about that, but he kinda had the idea of what to do when someone loses their body parts.

"We should let the doctors handle that."

Dream nodded. Ink looked at the ex-destroyer who fell asleep. He stood up and decided to ask a doctor for help. He soon found a Sans medic, and walked up to him.

"Excuse me?"

The Sans medic turned around.

"Oh hello, can I help you?"

Ink nodded. He wasn't sure what to tell the Medic about Error's detached body parts, but he just went with it.

"So, you remember Error, right...?"

The Medic Sans tensed slightly and nodded.

"He has detached limbs and they need to be re-attached."

The Medic flinched slightly at Ink's bluntness. Was he serious?

"How-"

"It's a long story that I really don't feel like telling, sorry."

The Medic sighed. Then he looked at Ink.

"Okay. We'll do what we can."

Ink lead the medic to Errors' hospital room and the Medic grabbed a stretcher, took the body parts and went into the surgery room. Ink was actually nervous. So was Dream. They hoped Error would be okay. Ink decided that to try and distract themselves from being worried, they would play Uno. Who doesn't like Uno?