Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

G's House

*Frisk's POV*

If I had the chance to ask G about everything that had just happened, I would have.

Yet instead, after we finished teleportation, my words caught in my throat and my eyes stared at the room around me instead of G, who was in fact still holding me in his arms.

The room was made from an ugly black stone, and had no doors. The only way in was by teleportation, but after looking around, I wondered why anyone would ever want to live here.

One bulb of light was hanging from a string that looked as if it would break at any breath of air. A brown rigidity desk was in a corner, and a chair was next to it without any arm rests. Other then G and I, the only other thing was a dirty mattress and a dark tan rag that seemed like a ripped blanket.

Even without looking at him, I could feel G's weakness while he tried to stand straight and hold me confidently.

That is, until he put me down on my bleeding ankle, and passed out onto the mattress.

I collapsed onto the ground, finally able to breathe normally.

Well, sorta. 

The breaths came out in sharp ragged gasps, as if I was struggling to catch my breath from holding it for a long time. 

The gunshots still rang in my head, even though we were in a silent room, G only snoring slightly.

My eyes stared at the ground, but shot up when the light flickered slightly.

Fear trembled my bones and dug under my skin, threatening tears in my eyes.

Then I remembered the pain in my foot, and I slowly slid my knee to my chest to examine the wound.

Lucky for me, the bullet only grazed my ankle.

Unlucky for me, the bullet grazed my ankle.

I hissed in pain at the sight of my own blood as it dripped slowly down my shaking foot.

Blood was a dark red that looked dull in the light. It seemed delicate, and I touched my ankle gently with the tip of my finger.

The pain was forceful as it struck through me, causing me to hiss again and bite my bottom lip from screaming.

I pulled away my finger, sharply in fact, and brought my shaking hand to my face.

The blood looked shiny when I held it up, and the red seemed lighter then before.

I was determined to make sure this blood wasn't weakness to me.

'This is not weakness,' I told myself, unaware I was ignoring the pain until I tried to move a bit. 

Of course, this was a mistake and I let out a yelp before covering my mouth with the hand that touched the blood.

Stopping, I tensed up and felt myself shake even worse then before. 

My blood felt warm, and slick on my skin, though I did wish it would stop dripping from the gash in my ankle.

Staring at the blood, I felt as if I couldn't blink. I felt like one blink would cause something to lash out, something horrible to happen.

Although, I knew nothing bad would happen if I shut my eyes, but I couldn't seem to stop staring at it.

Taking deep breaths, I held in the last one and rolled up my black legging while ignoring the stinging pain.

When I finished, I let out a sharp breath and steadied my breathing.

I had to bandage the wound somehow, and I looked at my half ripped shirt.