Learn To Love.

Chapter 11

bet you thought this was over, huh? cause lmfao me too

i tried nanowrimo and only got like 10,000 words in before the seasonal depression came and Kicked My Ass. anyways! here's this, i had it half done for like 3 weeks and finally bothered to finish it, probably gonna be like two or three more chapters. after that i'm probably done with ut fanfics, unless i get some good ideas or something.

Anyways, if you're reading this, jfc thank you for stickin with it? this storys update schedule is Shit lol

It took a lot of convincing, but Red finally got Sans and Papyrus to go home and work and stop worrying about him. Blueberry spent hours sitting in that awful looking hospital chair, usually waiting for Red to wake up or feel like talking. At least he could sit and worry on a comfortable couch if he was at home.

The doctor was nice, at least. Her name was Dr. Shore, and she spoke to Red multiple times in the first three days of his stay, but seemed more keen on him healing. The wounds on his legs were... deep, as she said. He wasn't allowed to stand up on his own for fear that enough pressure would snap the weakened bone. He felt so shitty- he hadn't meant to... do it that deep. He tried to apologize to the bird-looking doctor, but she shook her head like the others.

Sans and Papyrus went back to work, and it was just Red and his father. Gaster seemed uneasy at the hospital. He jumped when people entered, or when Dr. Shore spoke too loudly, but he never left.

The intake for later therapy and medicine was unpleasant. Red was sort of glad Blueberry wasn't there for it- he hated talking about the bad things with Blue, afraid he'd make the other Sans upset or sad.

"Do you have any aversion to medicine?" Shore asked. She was a bird monster of many talents, it seemed. That, and the hospital wasn't very big. It didn't need to be- monsters were peaceful and illnesses few and far between. Apparently most of the people she dealt with were suffering from some sort of mental deterioration.

"Nah. Uh- it ain't expensive, is it? I don't have that much money..."

"It's free. There may be a small copay for therapy visits, but your family has already made it clear that they will pay for anything I think you need."

Family... Red wanted to protest their help, but he couldn't. He looked to Gaster, who then looked to Dr. Shore.

"How often will he need to come for therapy?" he asked.

"Twice a week, to start. As time goes on it may increase or decrease, depending on what you feel you need."

"And the medicine? What does it do?"

"Well, since we don't know yet what medicine to prescribe, that's hard to say. It's meant to balance out the chemicals in the soul and keep things stable- my colleague will tell you more when the time comes. For now, Red should simply focus on healing his physical wounds."

"What about the hospital stay? This stuff isn't cheap, right? I don't want them to have to pay for all this..."

"Queen Toriel is paying for a large portion of the bill," Dr. Shore said.

Red blinked and looked up. "Wh... what? The Queen?" Gaster looked similarly confused.

Shore nodded. "I wish I could tell you why, but I'm not sure. It isn't entirely uncommon for the Queen to do this, however. I wouldn't dwell on it too much. She is a charitable ruler."

The rest of her visit was spent with her asking and Red answering questions. When she left, Gaster finally let himself relax into his chair. He let out a deep and rattling breath.