Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 8: Glowing Teal Water

The more you leave out, 

the more you highlight 

what you leave in.

♡Henry Green

☽G

We cross a bridge over the glowing teal water. The echo flowers causing the unique phenomenon.

Frisk looks down, a faint smile covering across her face as she gazes at the water. Her brown hair brushes her cheek, and I notice the bandage on her forehead. Her hair hiding most of it from view.

"I would change that bandage if I were you, doll." I tell her, flicking the butt of my cigarette onto the ground. With the heel of my boot I grind it into dust.

She looks up in surprise, her hand brushing her bangs back to touch the bandage. It's disgusting to look at, all crusted in brown, dried up blood.

"Oh. Yeah." Her fingers brush along the cloth, but she can't find the knot.

Dropping the backpack, I step to her side. "Now, don't hurt yourself." I can feel the eye roll she's giving me, but it only makes me grin. "I've got it."

I carefully unravel it from her head, then hold on to it.

"Let me see it," I tell her. She turns and faces me. With my right hand, I brush her bangs back, still clutching the bandage, and with my left, I touch gently around the wound.

It's a bloody messy, can't even see any teared up flesh. The skin is warm too, but I can't tell if it's just her, or an unhealthy sign.

"You need to wash the wound, doll. Make sure it doesn't get infected." I look down at our backpack for a moment, but remember our environment.

"I'll just wash it in the water." She tells me, the same thought in mind. She takes the dirty cloth from my hand. Then bends down and slips off her boots, rolling up her jeans to her knees.

She sits on the edge of the water, dipping her small, slender feet into the glowing teal liquid. Her toenails are painted a bright green, but chipped slightly on the ends. She plunges the bandage into the water, her fingers working the dried blood out of it.

I blink, realize that I'm staring, and sit down besides Frisk. I bend one knee and place my left arm on it, gazing into the water as she cleans.

"Frisk, are you feeling weak, or dizzy at all?" I ask.

She glances at me for a moment, before returning to her work. "Just a little headache, but besides that I'm fine."

I glance at her for a second. She skin is pale, but she's always been pale. Her cheeks aren't red, and she doesn't look tired.

"Got it." I say.

I twist from my position and drag the backpack closer, then open it up and pull out the wash cloth along with the bar of soap.

I dunk the wash cloth into the water, then quickly wring it out. I turn to face Frisk, holding out the wash cloth.

"Are you going to clean it?" She asks, her tone quiet.

"Yeah, if that's okay with you. I'm be extra gentle, as to not to leave as scar on your pretty skin."