What is Family for? [UNDERTALE] (COMPLETE)

[10] Don't Mind Us

{{ extreme cw for illness.
general cw for caps, (mild/implied) panic attacks, (implied) death, hospitals, (occasional) broken/panic text, etc.
it's gonna be a good chapter. if you need me to summarize this chap bc u cant read (for cw reasons or any reason tbh) it tell me friends!!!!

-- x

It's dark and silent and 3 am when Sans' phone suddenly explodes in light and sound. Fumbling, trying to wake up, he throws aside his covers and answers the call. 

"What's up," He begins, voice a low sigh, glancing a bit irritably at the clock. Any remaining sleep is jolted out of his body as he is instantly met with the rushed cries of Toriel through the phone.

Her words were simple, but the way she exaggerated it, her voice thick with tears and held back panic, made Sans stiffen.

"They're sick, Sans." 

He didn't ask who. He knew.

"How sick - where are they? Are they- where are you?" He's out of bed, stumbling into his slippers and down to Papyrus' room, swinging open the door, he can feel his entire body go cold but it seems like he's just melting again -

-- And he's driving now, Papyrus complaining as he's dragged into shotgun. His words fade as he notices how hard Sans is breathing, how his grip on the steering wheel is tight and stiff, and how his eyes are an inky black, their lights gone. 

Papyrus assumes a traditional confusion-then-fear expression as he notices Sans isn't taking the route to Toriel's house, or Undyne's, or... anyone's, really. He leaves the neighborhood and goes onto the highway. 

The GPS, unperturbed, monotonously repeats the directions to the hospital. More specifically, the children's hospital. 

He's quiet for the remainder of the ride, instead picking at the ends of his scarf. 

-- x

They're on fire. 

Not literally, but it feels like it. 

Frisk has shifted and torn at their pajamas, but the sweat keeps it firm to their body. Suddenly they've been swooped off the couch - the action alone sends them coughing, choking, they can't breathe and it's even hotter now help me - 

A cold breeze suddenly cools them off - they're outside, apparently, but their mind is to frantic to take notice - and snowflakes fly down and land on them. It stings, and their body doesn't seem to like the cold either and now they're shivering in the December night, and again they find themselves moved. They can do nothing but shake.

They know this place, they remember this smell and feeling - They're in the car, right? Their eyes flutter open, swollen and red with tears - to find their suspicions are confirmed. They've been picked up by Toriel, and placed in the back seat of her mom minivan. Frisk feels a little warmer...
But not much. 

The lurching of the car driving across the gravel road makes them feel worse.
Their hot and cold, shaking limbs and the occasional sob of Toriel makes them feel worse.
This fever, the cough, the headache...
In a messed up way, it's almost familiar.

With that thought, they're rocked to sleep by the sniffs and whirs and bumps of the 3 am ride too wherever. They're too tired to care.

-- x

He's here.

He's either the last to be called by Toriel or the last to arrive - neither surprise Sans, after all this is his fault - as the hallway outside Frisk's room is flooded with people. They all look the same, Sans notices, their hair and clothes disheveled, they're crying or on the verge of tears, they look red with rage but too mortified to move -

Frisk is sick.
They knew this, last week Toriel had mentioned a passing cold.

He can feel it, though - through the door, through the lab coats and the walls and the tears, he can sense a bright red soul - 

Cracked, and slowly chipping away.

-- x

{{ wow.
first off, this was heavily inspired by minubell's Forget-Me-Not fanfic. ill post it in the comments below since you cant copy wattpad text!

i got the general idea for frisks illness from there,, 

thank you kindly, minu. <3 

ALSO WOW IVE BEEN INACTIVE.
haha hoping that will change!!

i like to think ive improved and will be writing more often. 
enjoy!! and again, im so sorry and im not dead.

F A L L E N F R I S K  I S  A L I V E

edit: if any of you got the title reference i love you forever