What Will I Do With My Heart?

Burns

Grillby

I was tired of walking through snow. What was this, the 3rd time tonight? Ugh. The cold was burning into my flame, making it much lower than it should be. The storm hadn't calmed. If anything, it had become more intense. Finding my house was certainly going to be difficult.

I tried to brighten up my flame, but that just made it go out quicker. I sighed. My glasses were covered in snow. The snow was gathering on my shoulders. My flame was that low? That wasn't good. I've got to get back to my house, and quick. I started to walk faster. I could see light in the distance. I hoped it was my house. I sped up the pace, getting closer and closer. Finally, I could tell that it was my house. A sigh of relief escaped my throat. I opened the door, went over to the couch, and... my heart stopped. Gaster was gone.

"Gaster?! Gaster, where are you?!" I was frantic. "Gaster?!"

A weak answer came from the bathroom. I could barely hear it, and it was more of a whimper than anything. I ran to the bathroom to see Gaster curled up on the floor, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

"Gaster..." I rushed to his side, putting my hand on his back. "Gaster... what happened?"

"... D-Don't feel good..." he whispered. "S-Sorry 'bout the mess..."

Only then did I notice the vomit. My concern increased tenfold. "Gaster, it's not your fault..."

He was crying. I picked him up, took him back to the couch, and checked his temperature, but not after placing a trash can beside him, just in case. He had a fever. At least he wasn't cold...

I grabbed a wet cloth, hissing as it stung my palm. I put it on his head, and he whimpered. Afterward, I went to go clean up. Gaster... what on earth made this happen?