Error’s POV:

I woke up staring at Nighty and I’s ceiling. I try to move but my body is suddenly hit with a bursting pain, making me gasp. I suddenly feel a goopy hand lift me up onto the purple galaxy-themed bed. I divert my eyes to see Nighty sitting beside me.

“Here, take these. They’re painkillers.” Nighty said as he put pills in front of me.

I slowly moved my head to put them in my mouth. Once they are in my mouth,‌‌ I start to gag from them being there. Nighty quickly helps me drink water to wash them down. Once they are down, Nighty helps me finish the water and sets it to the side. I lean on him, wondering on why I was in pain. Nighty must have noticed since he started talking.

“Some of the sanses Ink and Dream found attacked you out of instinct. Others blamed us for the separation.” Nighty explained while rubbing my skull.

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“I mean, they got one right.” I weakly, yet darkly chuckled. Nighty sighs and puts me on his lap, kissing my skull.

“Ruru it wasn’t your fault.” Nighty said as he put his arms around me.

“But I didn’t keep the balance…” I argued, leaning onto his chest, tears forming at the edge of my eye sockets.

“Ruru your the only one who gave it your all.” Nighty sighed as I laid on my side, still in his lap.

“But it’s my job to keep its balance. Not yours, not the gangs, not Blue’s…” I stated, tears starting to roll down my cheeks.

“And you did an amazing job. How can it be your fault if you did everything to prevent it?” Nighty whispered.

“I… I was meant to make sure it didn’t fall…” I said, curling up and lightly gripping onto Nighty’s goop covered shirt.

“And you did for so long. Besides, the multiverse didn’t entirely fall. Our home is still here. Once all of the council is here, then the multiverse will be restored minus the copies.” Nighty hummed as he rocked me.

“I… I guess so…” I replied, not believing it wasn’t my fault. I wiped away my tears that started to roll down my cheeks.

“Ruru don’t bottle up your emotions. It’s not healthy…” Nighty sighed as he rubbed my skull.

That seemed to be all that was needed to say since I started to violently sob into Nighty’s chest, my grip tightening on his shirt. Every time I said something bad about myself, Nighty would reject it and say something kind. He kept on rocking me. Around 30 minutes later I slowly fell asleep, but tears rolled down my cheeks. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt Nighty lay us down and cover us up with the blanket. We never were aware of the shocked visitors outside our door that saw the entire thing.