Broken Souls

Methods to the Madness: Healing

The I.V was in place. The tubing was ready. The time was now. After working on her for the past few minutes, securing the fluid bag and such, I found my hand had become less shaky, less nervous. I felt as though I knew more of what I was doing. Even the sight of her delectable blood didn't bother me... as much.

"ARE YOU READY, BROTHER?" Papyrus held the syringe containing the anesthetic up to the light, removing both of his gloves and tapping the glass lightly to be sure that all the bubbles were gone. He gave it a gentle squeeze, causing some of the liquid to exit the needle. He really looked like he knew what he was doing. "Yeah. I'm ready. Let's get 'er patched up..."

Papyrus took in a breath as he began to focus, slowly sliding the needle into the connecting tube, injecting the anesthetic into her bloodstream. The effects were almost instant. Her rapid breathing became slower, more even. Relaxed. And her expression... she looked so peaceful. She was out for good, probably for the next three hours judging by the dosage. Placing my hand on her cheek, I watched her fragile form, her chest rise and fall with each gentle breath she took.

Papyrus began to cleanse the injured leg, straightening it out ever so carefully, looking up at her face every so often. Even though she was fast asleep, I could tell he was worried about hurting her. The clothes she wore were so tattered, that they really held no further use. Not to mention... they'd just get in the way of the casting process. Removing my hoodie once again, I covered her lower half for her to remain decent, and Papyrus carefully and slowly slid her garments off, discarding them to the side. I couldn't help but chuckle at the orange blush that dusted his cheek bones. But then again... I suppose I was no better.

Now that the unwanted cloth was out of the way, it was time to prepare the cast. With one last X-Ray scan of my eye, I pinpointed the fracture. Her femur was spared, but her lower leg wasn't so lucky. The crack was rather large, about 4 or 5 inches above her ankle. "Yer gonna be alright, kid..." Grabbing a bucket of warm water, I dipped the casting material inside, activating the fibers almost instantly. Papyrus held her leg still and in place as I pulled it out, water dripping from my hands as I gently, firmly, began wrapping it around and around.

Once the roll was used, and her leg was perfectly secured, we watched as the fibers hardened around her flesh into a protective shell of red with blue snowflakes. Heh... the best color patterns I could find. Grinning at each other, Papyrus looked pleased with our work. She would heal quickly at this rate, so long as we continued to care for her. But our work wasn't done yet. "SANS? WHAT OF HER ARM?" I had nearly forgotten.

Again I scanned her bones with my eye, and I was greeted with a welcomed relief. It wasn't as badly broken as I had originally thought. It was just a small hairline fracture. With an exhale and a closed eye grin, I turned back to face my brother. "Good news. I don't think it needs to be casted. But..." I rubbed the back of my skull. "It should probably remain in a sling..." At those words, Papyrus's eyes lit up with DETERMINATION. "NYEH HEH! NOT TO WORRY, BROTHER! THIS IS A JOB FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"

A bit dumbstruck from his outburst, I watched as he lifted my hoodie upwards a bit so it just barely covered her lower region. He then looked to the side, that same orange blush dusting his cheeks. Respectfully, he covered her chest area with the hood portion of my jacket, removing her tattered shirt and tossing it again. I looked to the side, my own cheek bones dusted in a light blue. "Uhh... Papyrus? What are you doing?" He gave a sound of concentration as he removed his red scarf, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. He then proceeded to wrap it around her chest before looking back to the now mostly decent human, continuing to wrap it around her shoulder and her arm.

It was then that I began to understand the method to his madness. His scarf was just the right length to act as a sort of top, and a sling, all in one. "NYEH HEH HEH! DONE!" He stood back a bit, hands on his hips with an expression of pride burning in his eyes. I had to admit, I was impressed. "Heh... good work, Papyrus. Looks like you've got this situation.... /all wrapped up/." I grinned widely. "NYEEEEEGH! SANS! DON'T RUIN MY MOMENT WITH YOUR HORRIBLE PUNS!" He stomped his foot on the ground with irritation, which only made me laugh all the more. "Oh c'mon! You're smiling." He gave a sigh. "NYEEH... I KNOW. I AM AND I HATE IT."

"M-mnh... nhh..." The sounds of pained whimpers tore us both away from our playful banter, and we both turned to stare at the unconscious girl with worried expressions. Even though she was out cold, she was in pain. We could tell. "I'll handle this one, Pap. You take a rest." I gestured to the bed adjacent from hers, signaling that he should take it easy for a while. "BUT BROTHER! THE GREAT PAPYRUS ISN'T-*yaaawn*-SLEEPY..."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Yeah, of course yer not. But... the Great Papyrus should always be well rested and ready for anything, isn't that right?" I had him there, and with a long sigh, he finally agreed. "WELL... MAYBE JUST A SMALL NAP. TAKE GOOD CARE OF THE HUMAN UNTIL I'M UP! PROMISE ME, BROTHER!" Chuckling I nodded. "Heh... 'course, bro. Don't worry about a thing. I'll give her a ton of care-" "SANS!" "-a /skele-ton/." "ARRGHH!! I'M GOING TO BED!"

Laughing softly to myself as Paps stormed off to get some sleep, I turned back to face the sleeping human. "...haa.." I picked up a bottle labeled: Morphine. "...don't worry, kiddo.." Grabbing up a syringe and filling it with about 2mg of the contents, I carefully stuck it into the tube, delivering

it straight into her bloodstream. "No matter what happens... no matter how bad things get..." I leaned down, pressing my teeth against her warm forehead. "...you'll be safe with me."