The Office was pretty tense the whole Wens day day.

Everyone just felt a little bit off. After all, when someone you know almost killed themselves due to injuries that you have no idea got there, you'd be worried about them too. Not to mention how depressed Sci looked when they had all arrived at the Office.

Ink went straight back to ignoring Error, but that didn't affect him as much. He knew Ink just needed time, and now definitely wasn't the time to try and get closer to him.

"Sanscest Paper Company, this is Lust," Lust answered the phone tiredly, looking down at the floor.

"Sci, you're calling?" Lust said loudly, perking up, causing everyone in the Office to turn towards him.

Everyone rushed over as Lust asked Sci how Fell was doing, them all worried about what was going on.

But, however, not Blue. Blue wasn't even in the Office at that moment.

Because he was talking to Edge about what happened.

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"Edge," Blue said, lightly pulling at the tall skeletons hand.

Edge was outside, leaning against the building with a cigarette hanging between his fingers. He snapped his head over to Blue, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Blue, it's work right now," He said, narrowing his eye sockets, "What do you want?"

"Are you aware what happened to your brother, Edge?" Blue asked quietly.

"What did that f*cker do this time, huh?" His Fiancé questioned him.

"Edge, he almost died."

Blue expected to see Edge fall to the ground in pain, to scream out for his brother to be safe. Or, at least a surprised look. But no, his loving Fiancé only snorted, puffing on his cigarette.

"Pft, not too surprising," Edge chuckled, too amused for Blue's liking, "He probably got a paper cut and almost 'died'."

"Edge!" Blue said in astonishment, "That's your brother your talking about! He almost overdosed on pain pills this morning!"

"So I care why?" Edge asked him, looking over, "His own d*m fault he overdosed on meds, not mine."

"But-"

"But nothing, Blue! You have to suck some things up sometime, so stop being a baby! Now get back to work, so we have some money to go to Texas for a honeymoon."

"...ok..." Blue mumbled, shuffling away from his lover.

But for once, he wasn't so sure if Edge was who he thought he really was.

~~~~~~

Fell felt really drowsy when he woke up.

The skeleton sat up with a groan, alerting his friend, who was sitting next to him, on the phone.

"Fell, you're up!" Sci said, scooting his chair closer to the bed.

"Yeah, I'm up," He grumbled, blinking a few times, "What am I doing here?"

"You, um, overdosed on pills," Sci explained quietly, avoiding Fell's gaze.

"F*cking h*ll," Fell muttered, gripping his head, "I can't believe I did that, I thought I read the correct amount."

"It was because of the new crack on your eye socket," Sci helped explain, "It distorted your vision, made you read the wrong number. It said 3 and you had 8."

"Shoot," Fell grumbled, swinging his legs over the bed, "I messed up, didn't I?"

"Don't get up!" Sci said, pushing Fell back down onto the bed, "Your on a lot of medication and your wounds aren't fully healed?"

"Right, I got beaten to a sh*t," Fell grumbled, accepting Sci's pleads and laying onto his back once more.

"What happened to you?" Sci asked Fell eagerly.

"Not much, really," Fell shrugged, "After Edge yelled at me for a bit, I git fed up and walked home. Oh yeah, a group of guys tried to mug me, found out I had no money, and beat the sh*t outa me."

"Do you remember what they looked like?" Sci pressed on, wanting to give justice by getting them arrested.

"No, all I known is nine guys jumped me randomly. Like, how the h*ll am I supposed to fight off nine guys?"

"Fell, do you have any idea how worried we were about you?" Sci asked him, "Why are you acting so calm about it, Fell? You almost died!"

"This ain't the first time I've almost died," Fell chuckled, looking at him with a big grin, "You don't has to stress out so much, you'll explode into an inferno of flames because how much your stressing out."

"I... I saw the condition of your house, Fell."

His face followed his name, falling down at that sentence.

"Um... Yeah... I know, it's pretty bad... I haven't cleaned in forever."

"Why was there blood everywhere?"

"I live in a bad neighborhood, I get attacked every other day. Like yesterday, I always get some sorta injury. I just wasn't expecting there to be so many that time."

"Well," Sci said, grasping his hand, "I'm glad that you're fine."

~~~~~~

Everyone but two people at the Office decided to go visit Fell at lunch.

Those two people were Cross and Nightmare.

Cross didn't go because he and Sci weren't the best of buds, and he had no reason to visit Fell. Yeah, sure, he was worried about him, but visiting wouldn't make him better. Why would it? Cross didn't have the ability to heal, he'd serve no purpose but crowd up the room.

And Nightmare didn't care that much.

Call him when someone died all the way.

So, lunch was kinda awkward.

And by awkward, the two of them were sitting in opposite corners of the room, staring down at their phones awkwardly. The only sound you could hear was Cross' spoon scrapping against the bottom of his bowl as he ate cereal.

"So, are we just going to sit here in awkward silence the while time?" Cross shattered the balance of silence, glancing up at Nightmare.

"I was hoping so," Nightmare said, a cracker hanging from his lips as he chewed, it slowly disappearing into his mouth, "But if you insist."

"I do insist," Cross said, brandishing out a large cereal box from under the table before refilling his bowl with the lucky charms.

"Why do you have a whole box of cereal?" The goo covered skeleton asked in confusion.

"Because I'm a special snowflake," Cross said, "But honestly, I keep a food stash in the Office so I don't have to pack lunches. I'm not a night person, I'm more of a morning person."

"That's not a completely stupid idea, for your intelligence, where do you hide it?"

"Somewhere you won't look."

"Where is that?"

"Past my flaws."

Nightmare snorted, "That's true," He replied, smiling at the joke.

"Yeah," Cross laughed, stirring his spoon.

Silence filled the air once again, making them both look down awkwardly.

"So... Senpai..."

Nightmare gagged on his pretzel, couching them up before glaring at Cross with a glare that could make children cry.

"WHAT did you call me?" He growled out.

"I watched Animoo with Dream last night," Cross said, winking, "Senpai."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"Because it's illegal."

"How is it illegal?"

"Because I said so."

Cross rolled his eyes before taking another bite of his cereal, swallowing it rather quickly before talking once more.

"Senpai, why do you hate your little bro?"

"I hate every word in that sentence but the word hate itself."

"Look, you owe me a bet win, alright," Cross said, getting down to buisness, "And I think it's within reason that you have to talk to him about it."

Nightmare gave Cross another glare, the cracker he was holding breaking into crumbs in his hand as he growled out, "You aren't making me do that."

"I mean," Cross shrugged, twirling the silver spoon between his bones, "I've noticed you're lack of drinking any water or touching anything water related. I can always force you to go swimmi-"

"Fine, I'll talk to him, happy now?"

"Yeah," Cross said.

Silence faded back in once more before Cross took out his phone, and bored expression on his face as he pulled up YouTube and clicked on the search option.

Best Thomas Sanders Vines

"What are you doing now?" Nightmare asked, hearing the typing from the phone, "complaining about me?"

"Actually, looking up vines," Cross said, clicking on the YouTube video before the first vine started playing.

Nightmare grunted before standing up, gathering his food items and walking across the kitchen, straight to Cross. Cross watched him with a curious expression as Nightmare sat down in the chair next to him, looking at the small screen.

"You like vines?" Cross asked his co-worker, holding in a few chuckles.

"Shut up."

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Hospitals have increased productivity over time. Due to monsters and demons learning healing magic, and humans increasing technology, hospital technology shot through the roofs. So, people who went in healed much faster then before and were released much faster, allowing for more lives to be saved. In conclusion, Fell was able to leave the hospital that night, around 7 o'clock.

However, the way he had to leave was not very acceptable for him.

"There is no way I'm getting into that."

"No arguing, in order to leave you have to get into it."

"No, I refuse."

Sci crossed his arms, frowning at his red eyed friend with an annoyed expression before pointing at the object.

"Get into it, right now."

"No."

Sci and Fell were arguing over him getting into the wheelchair. The doctor said he had to use it because his pelvis was still healing, and Sci was trying to persuade him to climb into it. However, Fell thought they were stupid and did not want to get inside of it.

"Fell, you need to use the wheelchair, you can't walk without it," The doctor said boredly, "Just use the wheelchair, or else I'll knock you out and put you in there myself."

Fell grunted a small, "Fine," before shifting in his bed, using Sci's helpful hands to boost himself up and into the wheelchair.

"Thank you for your cooperation," The doctor said, holding out a bag of pills for Sci to take, "I want you to watch over these pills, have him start to take them tomorrow. Don't leave him alone, in case this happens again."

"Oh, am I a child now?" Fell asked, crossing his arms as Sci took the pills.

"Yes," Sci said, grabbing the back of his wheelchair before pushing him out of the room, waving goodbye to the doctor.

"Just hurry and drive me to my house," Fell muttered.

"Oh, no," Sci said, as he walked towards the elevator, "You're staying at my house for now, I have to watch over you until you get better."

"What?"

"Maybe if you were more careful with your dosage I wouldn't have to do this. Not to mention that you said you live in a bad neighborhood, so if you live with me, I can keep you safe."

"Really Sci? I can defend myself."

"Fell, please, I was so worried about you, this will make me feel better. Just let me take care of you until you're better."

"Fine ya big nerd."

At that moment, Sci's phone rang, making him stop walking and pulled out his phone, answering it.

"Hello?" He asked.

"So, I think I know the real answer to what happened to Fell," Death said calmly into the phone.

"What do you mean?" Sci asked in confusion.

"Well..." Death sighed before taking a small pause in his sentence, "I think we're cursed."

Sci giggled, "Cursed?" He laughed loudly now, "You think we have a curse?"

Sci was a man of science and proof. He did not believe in things called 'curses'. Show him scientific proof, and he'd believe it, but so far, there is no proof.

"Yeah," Death said, "Because my apartment just burned down."

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They are NOT having a good Wensday, huh?

First Fell, then Death's apartment. Luck is not on their side that day, huh?

Sorry for the shorter chapter today, the next chapter is probably going to be basically all Crossmare and AfterDeath, along with a bit of Kremé. Also, another reason it's going so slow with Crossmare is because they already kissed, so the other ships have to catch up! Also, more DustBerry is also coming up, do not panic. I'm hoping to have like 80 chapters on this story so it'll be going pretty slow.

Also, thank you all for reading my story! I really like the Sanscest ships I'm writing and when I'm done with this story, I (already) have another Sanscest story idea I'm going to write, so I'm probably going to be writing a LOT of Sanscest stories, about all of these ships, since I really ship them. I might even make my own ship!