#vector (oc)

Vector was sitting on the couch with a blanket on him, he hated being sick, but he never complained like Sewing'Zombie used to do before his death. The ink demon was always tired, but being sick made his exhaustion worse.

It also drains the rest of his energy after his usual ink attacks, so he had a few things to worry about when he was sick. Of course, he never asks for help, so that didn't exactly help either.

But this time was different, Sewing'Zombie was here and the creature was going to take care of him. As much as Vector didn't want him to, he had no choice to accept it.

"Alright." Vector glanced at him, looking uninterested through half narrowed eyes. Looking like he was so done with the day or something.

Sewing'Zombie met his gaze firmly, 'Oh boyyy, a serious question. Here we go.' Vector thought sarcastically, waiting for the gray creature to ask the question.

But since it was taking a bit, the ink demon started to grumble quietly. It was a whole bunch of nonsense, but some were death threats to anyone that he fought so far in his life, and some were Insults about himself, and some were about the ink disease.

Vector felt a bit grateful that Sewing'Zombie hadn't caught on his self-esteem and other problems he had not told the taller male. But he wasn't praying because he knew Sewing'Zombie would find out eventually.

"Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is."

The demon froze. A medicine cabinet? He always got medicine from Doctor'Zombie or 'borrow' some from Sewing'Zombie's place.

But actually having a cabinet of medication in his studio? That's something he didn't have.

He awkwardly looked at the gray creature, his throat felt sore but he had to tell the truth. He swallowed a few gulps of air, before pushing out a sentence from his throat, wasting the air he had swallowed.

"I - I don't have. . .one."

This surprised Sewing'Zombie. "What?" He looked at him questioningly, making sure he had heard right, once he earned a nod from Vector, he sighed in frustration. "Nevermind that then." He mumbled.

Vector didn't care anymore, he just wanted to sleep now. He didn't realize that Sewing'Zombie had teleported some medication here, "Here." The gray creature mumbled, nudging a small bowl of soup with the medication in it.

Sewing'Zombie knew that Vector wouldn't take the medication on its own so he had to what's called 'improvise'. The demon knew though but he reluctantly took a few sips of the soup before falling asleep quickly. Sewing'Zombie couldn't help but wonder though. . .

"Hey uh, Sewing'Zombie?" Vector growled, placing so much pressure against the wound that was on his side. There was so much crimson red blood on his paw, it looked like he had murdered somebody or something.

Sewing'Zombie glanced at him, he stiffened. He could tell that the ink demon already looked off, "What?" He mumbled. Vector had a proud yet weak smirk on his face, his tail flickering slowly.

He slowly removed his paw from the wound, revealing a fresh decent size bleeding wound. "Not to alarm you but uh-. . .I'm kind of bleeding." He laughed a bit, trying to shrug off the pain.

Sewing'Zombie winced and immediately grabbed a medical kit as Vector sat down on his couch, not really caring if he got blood on it. "Why didn't you tell me you were wounded?!" The special monster hissed.

The ink demon snorted, feeling his lack of sleep exhaustion catching up to him, but he ignored it like it was a fly. "I just did idiot." He responded hastily as Sewing'Zombie pulled out some alcohol and cotton balls.

"Who even did this to you?!" He demanded as he placed it on Vector's wound, causing the smaller male to wince with pain. "Ah well, you see, I got into a fight with Bendy and he, well, accidentally scratched me in his demon form." He explained, looking proud though.

Sewing'Zombie glared as he began to bandage him up, "And I may have made it worse when I got into a fight with a corrupted creature." He added. This made the gray creature growl with irritation.

Vector shrugged. "No biggie." This struck a never inside of rhe taller male, Sewing'Zombie knew that Vector was reckless, stupid and a idiot just like him. But Sewing'Zombie knew when to retreat, and he wasn't that reckless like the ink demon.

"You goddamn idiot!" Vector flinched when Sewing'Zombie snapped, but he could see the anger and worry in his eye. "Why are you always so reckless, huh? Do you ever think about what would happen if something happened to you?!" Sewing'Zombie demanded.

Vector frowned, avoiding his gaze. "Not really. I just go with the--. . ." He paused, before shrugging. "It's not like I can die, I'm immortal, I can bring myself back to life." He mumbled.

That's when Sewing'Zombie pulled him into a tight embrace, "Do you ever think about what I think about your reckless behavior?!" He asked, but the ink demon could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

. . .

"I'll be fine Sewing'Zombie. I know you don't like that answer but trust me, I'm fine." He murmured, awkwardly hugging him back.