TW: Mention of IVs and Needles, Flashbacks, and Fresh censoring Fell.
Dr. A led Ink into the surgical room. Ink was bouncing after her, the flimsy surgical gown rustling like paper.
"A-alright. L-lay down on the o-operating table a-and we'll get a-started." Ink hopped up onto the metal table and lay down. Dr. A went over to the side of the room and grabbed a small IV.
"T-this is g-going to attach to y-your arm. It'll knock y-you out."
"Wait, I though you said the operation was painless and didn't need medication? Is this a diff- "
"The IV a-and anesthetic inside i-it are so y-you don't squirm a-around during t-the surgery." Dr. A picked-up Ink's arm, and pushed the needle in, causing Ink to flinch "N-now, in going to count back from t-ten just r-relax and t-think of falling a-asleep." Ink laid down, taking a deep breath as Dr. A began to count.
"Ten…"
Ink tried to recall the last time he had slept well and without any disturbances waking him up.
"Nine…"
The "Treaty Celebration Sleepover," as Blue so lovingly called it, was the first thing that came to mind.
"Eight…"
He remembered Blue showing up with Dream, Error, and Cross in tow, with enough snacks to feed Snowdin for a week.
"Seven…"
Cross had even managed to smuggle a bottle of champagne from Nightmares castle that they made quick work of.
"Six…"
Dream, being the most lightweight of the group, had even gotten to the point that he agreed to sing karaoke.
"Five…"
It was one of the best nights Ink could remember. Even Error had been enjoying himself.
"Four…"
Inks brain was getting fuzzy, all he could see was Error, laughing at Dream trying to hit the high notes in a Mettaton song.
"Three…"
Error agreeing to let Ink hug him, after they had both had a few sips of champagne.
"Two…"
Error falling asleep on Ink's shoulder soon after it hit midnight.
"One…"
Error-
The blizzard was getting worse. Ink could barely see his hands, and that was with the neon yellow gloves he had borrowed from Fresh. He was relying solely on his memory to take him to Fell's house, and that was never a good thing. He took a few more steps before bumping into a wall. Ink scooted around it until he found the door handle, which opened first try. The door burst open and Ink hurried to try and close it.
"INK WHAT THE FUNK ARE YOU DOING?" Fell ran over to help Ink shut the door, locking it twice. "I just locked that door, how'ed you get in?"
"Just one of the perks of being a Creator." Ink shook the snow out of his hair and ran over to the fireplace, happily leaving Fell to clean up the snowy mess. He waited about two seconds before starting to talk.
"Anyways… I maybe kinda sorta left Broomie back home… and I may need your help to send me back to the Doodlesphere."
"Gosh darnit Ink! How do you keep forgetting 'Broomie' when you teleport when it's LITERALLY THE THING YOU FUNKING TELEPORT WITH?"
"It just kinda… happens? I'll open the portal, do something, not pick Broomie back up, and then hop through! Leaving Broomie on the floor, and me stuck in Underfell in the middle of a blizzard! Or in Mafiatale right before a shootout… I ended up in Outertale once while Outer was visiting Blue, so I had to wait until Error… never mind. Where was I… RIGHT! Going home." Fell sighed, rubbing his temple.
"Alright I'll send ya home. But next time you're on your own, you understand ya Idiot?"
"Yep! Thanks a lot, Fell!"
"-nk... I-k… INK!"
Ink opened his eyes. The light was brighter than he expected it to be, and he had to squint to see.
"T-take it easy. T-the surgery w-was a success. O-once you get b-back on your feet y-you should be a-able to head home. I'll get you y-your first years d-dosage of ES n-now." Ink started to smile before clutching his chest. Something was there. It was… weird. Not painful, no not at all, but, odd. He was happy, he knew that, but it was… sharper. More intense. He wanted to cry, he could feel the tears forming in his eyes, his vision blurred. It was so… bright. The feeling was almost overwhelming.
He could feel.
He could feel.