𝐇𝐄'𝐈𝐈 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄⎟⎟ 𝖴𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾

P a y c l o s e a t t e n t i o n

 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 EVEN 𝐂𝐑𝐘
(prb) All of a sudden I felt really tried, not even teardrops could fall. Like the world has drained me for everything that I had
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"Sans, are you listening?" The sound of Papyru's high pitched voice made him sanp out of his thoughts, looking around confusingly before finally gathering his attention back to this little baby bones, who was arranging the pills on the table in front of him.

"You take the yellow pills twice a day, okay? And the pink ones thrice a day. Just telling you because the great Papyrus tend to forget sometimes and is a little afraid I might give you the wrong ones," Papyrus says and Sans began laughing, nodding his head to show he understands what his little bro was saying.

"And you need to stop zoning out, okay brother? You've zoned out like, what? Ten times already in the last five minutes of my talk."

Sans looks at him confused, "hehe I have?" He asked grinning lazily, because he was so sure he hadn't but to think about it, he couldn't even seem to remember what Paps had been talking about apart from the medications.

"You're supposed to have soup at least once a day, okay brother?" Sans nods slowly, to show he was listening before taking the soup spoon from the table and immediately sipping on the soup Papyrus had prepared for him.

"Sans?"

. . .

"Sans! It's hot! You're supposed to blow it first!" Papyrus gasped in worry, trying to grab the spoon from him before he dropped his shoulders, staring back at his brother's blank expression, "Is it not hot for you?" Papyrus asked, placing his globby finger on the side of the bowl, flinching at how hot it was.

Sans, still taken aback by the sudden movement his little brother made, shook his head before snatching the spoon back from Papyrus, taking another spoonful in his mouth.

Papyrus didn't know if he was gold that his brother was at least eating. Or shocked. Maybe a little of both.

He tries his best to work out how in the name of Asgore or if a skeleton monster could even possibly do that, but the only thing that came to his mind was loss of taste. That was the only explanation, right? Was that another symoptom?

'I hope not.' He thought beginning to bite on his favorite red gloves.

"Ya okay bro?" Sans asked as soon as he slumped the last bit of soup off the bowl, looking at Papyrus with a lazy frown, "Was I not supposed to eat that or?"

"Seriously brother? As soon as you're done with it, you're asking me?" Papyrus laughs, shaking his head, "It's nothing. Just. . .eat and please take your medication.

"Oh okay," Sans replies calmly, but then began zoning out again, getting distracted at getting another task instead, to which he headed to his room.

Papyrus slapped his forehead slowly when he still sees the pills on the table and an empty couch, groaning to himself, "Sans!"

When morning came the next day and they were finally done eating breakfast, Papyrus turned to Sans, "Go get your hoodie. Were heading somewhere." He says, grabbing his red scarf before standing by the open door in the hallway, "Come on Sans let's take a nice walk."

"Where we going paps?" Sans asked, grabbing his blue hoodie before they left the house.

"I-it's a secret," Papyrus forced a smile.

"Oh okay. I trust ya bro," Sans grinned lazily, Papyrus shut his eye sockets as soon as he felt like his soul just dropped, "Also, you've been. . ." Sans trails off, but this time it seemed like he was loss for words, and after a moment, he sighed, defeated.

"I've been what brother? You seemed to trail off there, "

Sans chuckled lowly before smile lazily to himself, in deep thought, lightly shaking his head, "Don't know. Can't think."

"You can't think? Or speak?" Papyrus asked, yet all Sans could ever do was to shake his head in response.

"It's okay. Take it slow. Don't occupy your head and try to speak. Come on, talk to me. . ." Papyrus wrapped his hands in between San's, trying to get him to speak.

But throughout the whole fifteen minutes walk, it was just Sans alternatively switching the possibility of him to speak; one second he could gather words, the other he'd get so stressed out and wouldn't say a word.

"Are we. . ." Sans looked around giving Papyrus a distasteful look, shaking his head, "Hospital?"

Papyrus looked away quickly, because he was on the verge of tears and couldn't bare showing Sans how much the great Papyrus was an emotional wreck, but as soon as he heard San's painful sigh, dragged into a stretcher by a bunch of nurses, as soon as he did, he could see sadness crept it's way towards Sans face.

As usual, Sans was taken to the emergency room while Papyrus was outside, waiting for everything to be done.

Eventually, Dr. Williams would be ready to gather more information from Papyrus regarding San's heath.

"Has he been eating?"

Papyrus shakes his head, "Only today. He w-wanted to eat today. I made h-him soup."

"That's good, right?" Dr. Williams asked, confused.

"The soup. I-I the great Papyrus just made it. It was boiling hot but he just consumed it. like it wasn't. . . Blazing hot.

Dr. Williams nods his head, writing on his notepad he would usually carry around when speaking to the patients family.

"Anything unusual?"

"Yeah. . .He keeps like, hmm, zoning out. Can't seem to gather words. It's not easy for him to say what's on his mind," Papyrus says before nodding his head, "I-I think that's it."

Dr. Williams nods his head before he lets out A long sigh, "we'll do whatever we can. Try not to overwork or overstress yourself ." He gives Papyrus two pats on his shoulder before leaving him all by himself in the hallway.

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Sorry cubs if you see any errors or misspelling, I wrote and published this at 12:59 pm.

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