Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 20: Calm

He who'll melt my heart but 

take care not to break it. 

That is what I seek. 

♡J. M. Grant

☼Frisk

I got back a few minutes before I noticed him waking up. I shift my stance, his head still in my lap, while I give Flowey a pointed look that means be on your best behavior. He rolls his eyes at me, still annoyed at what I made him do.

G lets out a heavy breath, his ribcage moving. I stay still, hoping to not overwhelm him, and patiently wait. Slowly, his eyes open, and the gold irises rest on me.

He immediately tries to jerk up, but I push down on his shoulders, forcing him to lay back down. He cringes in pain, and I'm not sure how to make him stay down and now hurt his broken ribs at the same time. His hands immediately grip my wrists, not to tightly, but more out of fear.

"Are you okay? Where's that little demon? I'm going to kill—"

"G, shush!" I say, quietly but firmly. His startled expression finally lands on me. His boney fingers loosen their hold on my wrists, but he still holds on. For a few moments, I can hear him just breathe. From my position, I can see the marks around his right eye socket from when I rip Flowey out of his skull.

"Shhh... it's okay. I'm okay, and you're going to be okay. Don't worry about Flowey, he's... contained for the moment. Just calm down, okay? I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." I say, hoping to soothe him.

His gold irises don't dart around, wondering if Flowey's going to attack him, so I take that as a good sign. He simply keeps his eyes sockets on me, and I look back. Keeping calm will help him be calm too.

He pulls in a deep breath before slowly moving his hands. They wrap around mine, and he slowly brings each palm and presses them against his teeth. One kiss, then another.

"Frisk." He breathes out, I feel the push of air warm my skin.

"I'm right here." I murmur.

"Good." He seems better now, still wired up, but better. "Good."

He still holds onto my hands tightly as they rest on his shoulders, so I pointed look down at his ribs.

"How are your ribs? Do they hurt? Is there anything else hurting?" I ask.

He grinds his teeth together, before letting go of one hand to touch near the broken ribs. I warn him to be careful but his hand freezes when he sees the cloth that binds his ribs. My sweater carefully tied around his ribcage to hopefully help him.

"Oh... that's why you're in a tank top." He breathes out, and maybe it's because I'm tired, or relieved that G's okay, or maybe just the expression on his face when he says that, but I can't help but burst out laughing.

The laugh hits in my stomach, my muscles tighten as I wheeze out air. I'm much too loud and obnoxious, but I can't stop myself.

"Frisk?" He says, confused but smirking at my ridiculous laugh.

"G..." I have to laugh again, "G, of all the things to notice, you of course notice I'm not wearing my sweater! Goodness!"

I trail off laughing again, and now he's showing his devil may care smile. I still see the slight fear in his gold irises, but he's okay for now.

"Doll face, it's hard to ignore such pretty collarbones." He say in his smoky voice, making me melt. I stop laughing. Redness rushes my cheeks and I look away for a second.

"What did I say?" he teases, making blood rush my face even more.

"S-shut up!" I stammer. "You need to rest and... be quiet!"

He lets out a chuckle, as smoky as his voice. "Whatever you say, Doc."

I can't help the smile on my face, my cheeks flashing again with the compliment about my collarbones. Goodness, I need to pull myself together.

There's a rather obnoxious sigh behind me, and G's grip on my hands tightens as he tenses. I want to chastise Flowey for ruining our little moment, but I know I have to explain his presence to G sooner or later.

"G, it's okay. Everything's okay. You're safe. I just need to explain something, so... stay calm."

G tenses even more, and I hate that he's panicking, but this is what needs to happen.

I turn my torso, moving one hand away from G's grip, and push the pot that contains Flowey into view, but make sure it keep a fair amount of distance.

G bolts up, summoning a bone and ready to club Flowey before I wrap both arms around his arms. I pull him back and he grunts in pain. I cringe but keep my hold firm.

"Flowey only hurt you because of Chara! He's coming with us, to the surface. I'm going to watch after him, and make sure he's okay. He's not going anyway near you, or hurting you again, I promise."

"Frisk, just let me kill him!" G nearly begs, gripping the club like bone tightly.

Flowey laughs at this, "Come on, wise guy, you know she won't let you."

G still trembles with fear and rage. "Doesn't mean I won't."

Flowey's face falls for a second in fear but he quickly regains his composure. "We're stuck together, pal. So get used to me. You're no picnic either."

"G," I whisper calmly. "Calm down. He won't hurt you, I promise. I'm going to take care of him."

He's still so tense, but the bone disappears from his hand.

"Why do we have to bring him with us?" He growls.

"Because I'm not leaving how down here again, and he deserves a second chance at life." I say softly.

Flowey sits in the flower pot, watching the two of us, uncertain. G finally calms down enough for me to let go of him. I stand up, and grab Flowey's pot, he grumbles a complaint about the pot once again, but I ignore him. I spirited nearly the whole way to find a flower pot in Waterfall, then rushed back praying that G wouldn't wake up just yet. I had to bring Flowey along, I still don't trust him with G.

I turn around, and hold my right hand out to G, Flowey occupying my left arm. He gold irises bounce from Flowey to me, but he eventually gives me, and takes my hand. Gently, I haul him to his feet, and make sure his ribs are doing okay.

We lace our fingers together, and head for the surface once again.