Platycodon [Sans X Reader]

Chapter 12: Confusing Cuddles

art by: @rayntheflower       

[ SANS' POV ]

Looking down at her now, I couldn't help but be confused. After she'd explained the situation with Papyrus, I wasn't really mad at her anymore. But, I still felt this anger in me. And for some odd reason, it felt as though it were directed towards Papyrus.

but, ive never been mad at Pap before. . ? so why am i now? huh. .

This wasn't supposed to happen though. None of it. And especially not to me. And yet, here she was, sitting down in front of me and waiting for me to fix her up.

well shit

I lightly laughed to myself under my breath, before pulling the same medic kit I used before back up from the side of the couch. As I placed it in Y/N's lap once again, this whole situation gave me deja vu from earlier. I can only hope this will have a better outcome than our last doctor's appointment did.

Filing through the different bandages and disinfectants, I eventually found some kiddish bandaids, a small bottle of disinfectant, and a wash cloth. I gently took her arm and pulled it towards me, forcing her to scoot right up in front of me. Holding her arm in place, I poured a tiny bit of disinfectant onto the wash rag and started lightly dabbing at the small wounds littered across her arm. I made sure to occasionally look up at her face and check that none of this was hurting her too bad.

After cleaning up the cuts, I placed more children's bandaids on her arm. We both snickered at this, since the second wave of bandaids across her arm made her look even more silly. Although, if I would've been honest with myself, I'd have called her cute. She giggled at this for a second before alternating arms and placing her left arm into my hands.

Maybe it was just my lack of attention, but doing this again made me realize just how warm and soft her skin actually was. It was an unfamiliar warmth that made my stomach feel queasy. Turning my mind away from this, I turned my attention back to cleaning her up. I mimicked the same process on her other arm and once again Y/N and I laughed at her appearance. And so, I checked over the rest of her before catching sight of her wrapped up leg.

Turning my eyes to hers, I asked, "Ah, maybe we should check this and make sure it's healing alright. That okay with you, pipsqueak?"

She caught my glance and gave me a simple nod. A small smirk found its way onto my face as I spotted a dust of red across her cheeks.

Deciding I wanted to tease her a bit, I tried to fake a concerned face as I questioned, "Heh, you look a lil' warm there. You feeling alright?"

She opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupted her. "Eh, won't do any harm just to check. Lemme just feel your head for a sec'."

Doing so, I brought my boney hand up to Y/N's forehead and pressed my phalanges up against it. "Hmm, you don't feel that warm. Something wrong?," I asked, slowly bringing my hand down to lightly hold her cheek.

This enticed the exact reaction I was hoping to get out of her, as I watched her face get even redder in embarrassment. "U-Uh, no, I-I'm fine. Thanks f-for checking though," she stammered, unable to make eye contact with me.

Backing off now, I said, "Hm, m'kay just wanna make sure. Now, let's check on your leg."

I gave Y/N a second to rearrange herself to where she was backed up a bit from me and now laid one of her legs out in front of her. Swinging my legs over the side of the couch, I turned my body to face the TV, allowing Y/N's leg sit on my lap. Gently, I started to unwrap the bandage from the long scrape. When the full wrapping had come off, I saw that the wound was mostly healed, but still scabbing.