I don't ship errorink I just wanted to make angst (I sometimes ship it idk)

Warnings- implied death, suicide, cutting, blood, gore, sadness ;-;

Ink POV-
It was just empty, nothing in sight. Nothing for an infinite amount of miles. It was all just plain white fading into the dark.
It felt like I was decending into madness, no one is there. I could scream and scream and no one would hear me. I would scream for help but nobody came.
I just wanted to see Error, I just wanted to see my one true love. I just want to see the only man that could make me feel like a real person.
I couldn't move, I was paralyzed with no one to comfort me. The only things accompanying me was the memories of me and my husband laughing together, talking, raging, crying, raising my two beautiful sons together.
I know I'll never see them again, but all I can do for now is remember the good times we did have together. I don't know where I am but I'm somewhere and I'll never leave here until Fate finally decides to take me away from this between death situation, where I'm not dead but I'm not truly alive anymore among the true world.
I will never leave this white blank area unless what I did to myself magically undid itself.
I was just in such a terrible place and now because of what I did to get me out of there it removed me from the world I was in completely.

3 months earlier

Ink POV still-
Why am I still here, why do I exist. Why do the ones I love, love me.. There is no point in me being alive still..
I took the sharp razor blade from the sharpener for my drawing kit and held it up to my wrist.
Just a few
1...2...3...4...5
Okay, just one more..
6...7...8...9...10
I can't continue, but it feels so good. The blood dripped down my left arm. I thought to myself, I need to do the same amount on the other side.
Again, I repeated the same amount of cuts on my other arm shakily as my arms bled down.
I took the razor off. Maybe I could just.. deepen the cuts? It's not more it's just the same ones but deeper..
I cut in again deeper than before but once I reached to the 6th one on my second arm my vision started to blur badly.
All I could remember was my body thudding as I saw the restroom floor tiles fade into darkness.

Error POV-
I heard a thud from the upstairs restroom. PJ stood up slightly concerned, "stay here, PJ. I will check on it okay?" "Okay, Pops" he muttered sitting down next to Gradient.
I ran up slightly up the stairs and into the restroom to see Ink lying down on the floor a small razor blade in hand and cuts down his arms bleeding out onto the floor.
"INK!?" I fell to the floor and grabbed him into my arms cradling him softly whispering no over and over again, tears sliding down my face.
I picked him up slightly and ran downstairs, "boys!? Were going to the hospital real quickly Okay?? Don't be alarmed!" I said walking over to them, Gradient gasped to himself, PJ stood up immediately and hugged my side. Gradient slightly hugged PJ's side as well.
I teletported us four into the the hospital room and I called for some medical staff who brought Ink to a stretcher and took him into a room not allowing me and the boys in for multiple hours.
I sat in the waiting room tears protruding my eyes for hours while cuddling my children next to me. PJ, my oldest of 16 sat next to me hugging my waist.
My youngest, Gradient of 13, sat in my lap hugging my chest muttering constantly to himself incomprehensible words.
"Gray..? Are you okay.?" His muttering stopped for a second and looked up to me. "Will Dad be okay?"
I sighed, "of course he will, trust me he'll be up in no time" I forced a smile to reassure Gray.
PJ looked up at me, his eyes looked dead but also sparkled with slight fear and concern. "I don't like this..." PJ's dead eyes started watering bringing personality to them.
I sighed and brought PJ's head to my chest, cuddling him slightly. "Don't worry, everything will be okay" I repeated to myself before hushing to a whisper.

Multiple hours later

A doctor came up to me, PJ and Gray were asleep. "You're Inks family?" "Uh yes, I'm his husband" I said placing my boys their sides and standing up.
"You can come to the room now, his doctor will be able to explain further there"
I smiled and thanked the nurse. I shook the boys awake and they grogilly yet excitedly got up to see their Father to know if he was okay.
Once we walked in Ink was resting his mouth slightly agap, breathing unsteady.
Gray and PJ sat in the chairs next to their Father's bedside watching nervously. I stood infront of the doctor to hear what new they seemed to have prepared for me.
"So, from what we can tell, Ink cut himself with a razor blade about 5 times in each arm, every cut deep except for the last two. His state seems to be comatose. There is no telling when he'll wake up but he is likely to."
My eyes watered, "I.. So.. He... He's in a coma!?" The doctor slowly nodded their head. "I will give you a moment to think" they said stepping out of the room.
I sat in the chair next to Ink, my husband, on the opposite side of my two sons. I took his hand into mine, tears dripped down my face onto our adjourned hands.
No matter what, I could be here every single day until my death and he'll never wake up.. He is unlikely to wake up. I know how these things work. The second everything is great it all goes to shit immediately.
Fuck this, fuck depression, fuck anxiety, fuck suicide, and mot of all fuck fate! I fucking hate every single thing that brings the sadness and anger in this world.
I will no matter what be here everyday until the day either I or Ink dies waiting for him to wake up. No matter what I will be there for my husband, the man I grew to love dearly as my own. The man that I came to enjoy every living second I spent with him.
Even if I have to fight fate herself I will bring my love, Ink into my arms again alive and well.

No matter what it takes.... I will wait for you...
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WAHHHHHHHHH
IM CRYING
I WANT ERRORINK FLUFF NOW BECAUSE IM SO SAD AND CANT DO THIS ONE SECOND ILL BE BACK WAH
(I will cry in the corner now goodbye)

Also if you're going through depression like this don't be afraid to talk about it to someone that you trust, hurting yourself is not good and keeping that locked up inside means you could possibly hurt yourself or even someone else so please talk to someone, I care about you and your well being :>
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