To My Better Half- A Sans X Toriel Fanfiction

Chapter 5- Skeletons Don't Get Sick...

His heart was broken. The best day of his entire life... It had been his imagination. A glance at his clock informed him that he'd been sleeping for much too long. It was already eight in the morning. He'd been out from four yesterday to the current hour. He didn't want to get up. It would be so much easier to go back to bed, and forget his problems.

A gentle waft of cinnamon and butterscotch teased at his nose, immediately reminding him of Toriel. There was a slice of butterscotch pie sitting in the windowsill, steam still billowing off of it. A cute little note sat next to it, that said, "Good morning, sweetie pie! Have a wonderful day. Love, Toriel." Sans stood, and turned away from the food. He wasn't hungry.

He changed into sweats and a loose, long sleeved shirt, and shuffled out of the room, barely able to force himself to walk. He felt extremely nauseous, and dizzy. Apparently Tori was still home. He could hear her humming from downstairs. Should he even go? He soon decided he had to. He had to keep up his façade.

"Heya, Tori." Sans said, hoping his tone was just light enough to pass for happy.

"Sans! Good morning. Did you sleep well, dear?" She sounded oblivious to his internal agony, which was a good sign.

He cleared his throat, and coughed, "Yeah. Like a rock."

She immediately seemed on edge. She stopped what she was doing, and hurried over, placing a hand on his forehead. Sans jumped back, his face beginning to burn from the sudden contact. She muttered something under her breath, and placed her cold hands on either side of his face.

"You're burning up." She stated worriedly, running her hands along his face.

It was probably meant to be comforting, but at the time being, it certainly wasn't helping. In fact, it was making things that much worse. He didn't want her sympathy. He didn't want her attention. At least... Not after his dream. He could still feel the warmth on his teeth where she'd kissed him.

He tried to pull back, but she held his shoulders tight. "Sans, you're sick. You need to go lie down. I'll bring you some tea and chicken soup."

He wasn't about to argue with her. He'd wanted to go back to bed anyways. Sans crawled into his bed, curling up into the fetal position, facing away from the door. The curtains were drawn closed, and it was nearly pitch black in his room. Good. Perfect for his current needs.

Tori showed up a few minutes later, carrying a huge tray. She looked worried, as she sat down on the stool next to his bed, and set the tray on the bedside table. On it was soup, tea, a towel, a bottle of medicine, a few books, and a ton of other stuff he wasn't interested in. Apparently she planned on staying for a while.

"Sans." She said, causing him to twitch. "I think you should at least take some medicine. You have a fever."

She was right, like usual. He felt freezing, though, and he was exhausted. Not that he would admit it. That would ruin the whole façade thing.

"Skeletons d-don't-" He was interrupted by a sneeze. "-don't get sick."

She smiled, and murmured, "Of course they don't. Now, take the medicine."

Sans wanted to be alone to die. He didn't want her to take care of him, and baby him like she was. He could take care of himself. Nevertheless, he couldn't force himself to tell her no. He sat up, shook a couple pills out of the bottle, and popped them into his mouth. They dissolved into pure healing magic.

"Thank you, Sans." She said, seeming more relaxed after he took the meds.

He wanted her to leave, but she wasn't going to. She frowned, and reached forward to touch his forehead. This didn't seem to help her worry. Tori muttered something under her breath, and handed him the tea. He didn't want to upset her, so he took a small sip of the hot, golden brown liquid.