Wait! No, move back! Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, so sorry, stop moving. You’re gonna make it worse! Damnit, don’t pass out!

Speaking in a slurred rush, Swap rushed over to the injured stranger, frozen in shock at the damage he’d caused. Covering his mouth with both hands, he checked the others injuries, grimacing at the sight. Without another thought, he wiped his hands off on his pants, scooping the skeleton up into his arms. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Error, but in order to help him, he had to take him in. Even if this stranger had previously tried to destroy his au, his savior complex couldn’t handle leaving him to fend for himself.

You’ll thank me later. Woah, you’re quite light! I wasn’t expecting that. Don’t worry, my house is right there, this won’t take long!

Carefully adjusting his hold on the skeleton, Swap ran home, darting straight to his room and gently setting Error down onto his race-car bed. Although his pristine white sheets would soon be soiled from the others wounds, that was the least of his worries at the moment. Gently, he bandaged the strangers wounds, before deciding to stay with him, in case he was in a panic when he awoke.