Falsely Convicted (G!SansxFrisk)

Old Friends and Bad Dads

I woke up in a sharp, white room. The smell of disinfectant left a tang in the air and a sour taste on my dry tongue. I felt a thin cushion underneath me and metal under that. My body was sore and every cell in my head ached with a passion. My breathing spiked as I remembered what happened.

I tried to get up but pain flashed through my body, disabling me. I felt myself being pushed back down. "Hey, hey," G whispered softly. "It's just me."

He sounded like himself again but I couldn't open my eyes again to look at him. "G?" I asked, a small whimper in my voice.

"Shhh," I felt his hand in mine. It was gentle but I remembered watching his hands pummel Jacky. "You're okay."

My mouth was dry and my neck hurt so bad I couldn't swallow. I was defiantly not okay. Not to mention I was terrified...of him.

"Go back to sleep," G murmured in my ear. I didn't want to but my body didn't give me a choice. Or maybe it was G's magic, if he could do that.

I woke up again in the same room. G's hand was on my forehead, stroking my hair. "G?" I whispered. I felt calmer now, less fearful. He stopped touching me.

"How do you feel?"

"Terrible," I mumbled. His concerned face was slightly blurry above me. I couldn't focus completely and I felt out of control. I wasn't able to hold on to any thought that floated into my mind. It would drift away as soon as I tried to reach out to it. "Did you drug me?" I could hear a slur in my words.

"Just painkillers."

"No..." I mumbled in weak protest.

"We're going to have to move. I think your well enough to teleport but I'll have to put you back to sleep."

"Mmm," was all I was able to respond with.

"Can I take your hand?" he asked while doing it.

"Uh huh." I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.

The next time I woke up, I was back in the overhang. There was feeble blanket spread over me. I was in so much pain I couldn't move.

"Are you awake?" G asked, his hand stroked my hair again. I found it comforting. G's bony leg  was under my head but somehow it was comfortable.

"Uh huh." I hurt so much I didn't want to talk. G seemed to understand. He didn't ask me anything else, just stroked my hair until I fell back asleep.

I don't know how long it was like that, hours, days, or weeks, I didn't know. But I did know that every time I woke up, G was there with me. He comforted me and talked with me. I got to know him a little more and I was no longer afraid of him. I was even ashamed of myself for being afraid of him before. He was protecting me, even if he took it to a lethal level.

"Hey G?" I asked.

"Yes sweetheart?" he purred in a sleepy voice.

"Thank you."

"For what?" he asked, sounding confused.

"For saving my life."

"Are you okay..." he didn't finish.

"I don't feel as much pain," I told him. It was true, I was feeling much better and I was off painkillers so that was a plus.

"Not what I meant," he said seriously. I opened up my eyes, looking into his sad, worried eyes.