Just One Night

Amends

At first Frisk vehemently opposed going to see the dinosaur, having had enough of fighting, but Sans whispered words of encouragement in the hopes that she would change her mind. When all else failed, Sans unwrapped his arms from her waist and moved away with a sigh, "Do you really think you can just avoid her altogether?"

"Yeah. That was the plan," She pouted stubbornly.

Sans pinched the space above his nasal cavity, "I understand you don't want to see her after everything-"

"Damn right!"

He cast her an exasperated look before continuing, "But she's the only one who can monitor our child."

That seemingly snapped the hybrid out of her defiance. A hand unconsciously held her stomach and she looked away uncomfortably. Even if she stayed mad at the dinosaur they would still have no one else to turn to in order to provide prenatal care, and deep down Frisk knew she couldn't stay mad at Alphys for long. The two of them had grown to be good friends over the years and to let their friendship crumble over a stupid argument would be downright idiotic. Anger now partially deflated, she took a seat on the old bed and looked down at her hands folded neatly in her lap.

"You know I'm right." Sans said gently and took a seat beside her, dipping the bed just a tad from his weight. Frisk gave a small dejected nod.

"Yes, you are. It just hurt to see her so mad at me. She's never mad, especially not at us."

The skeleton wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dragging her into his rib cage where she snuggled closely, "I know. It was certainly.. unexpected.. but can you blame her? She was worried beyond belief that you had been hurt beyond repair. Frisk you were in a coma, there was no guarantee that you'd wake up."

Tears formed in her eyes at the guilt she harbored, the fear that she would have left behind her family and friends.. Even the unborn life inside her. It was certainly scary to think that one minute she was on her way home from work and then the next she was on the brink of death. She gave a pitiful whimper before clinging on tightly to her husband. Stroking her hair calmly, the monster looked down at his distressed wife with a look of apprehension.

"You know," The skeleton began hesitantly, unsure if what he was about to say would make his love understand just how serious this situation was, "when she found out you had been hurt she rushed over with a suitcase full of medical supplies, gave you a checkup and stayed by your side despite everyone's protests. She helped us to monitor not only your body, but our child's soul. Day and night she stayed camped out in the living room so that in case anything were to happen, they would be there. Frisk, you need to understand that her anger wasn't genuine, it was a cover, a ploy if you will. Instead of letting on to her despair, she masked it with anger."

A few tears fell as she listened quietly to his words, allowing the information to fully sink in. She knew he was speaking the truth, their friend would never be unkind without something terrible happening, and sure enough her coma had been the catalyst. Finding herself growing completely restless and regretful, she loosened her hold and looked up to Sans, "I get it.. I need to apologize for the mess I made, huh?"

At his nod the girl brushed away the streaks running down her cheeks and whispered that she was ready to go see their friend. He nodded and stood up holding his hand out. Once she took it, he closed his eyes and teleported them outside of Alphys' laboratory. Frisk looked away nervously, after their fight the half monster doubted that her dinosaur friend would even want to look at her yet alone talk. Sans, sensing her distress, reached out and held her hand encouragingly before knocking on the locked door.

And then they waited.

And waited..

Finally after five minutes of polite knocking and waiting, Sans pulled out his phone and gave their friend a call. Frisk on the other hand was beginning to worry. It wasn't like Alphys to ignore the door, or at the very least Undyne would be around to hear it if the dino was tied up with her inventions. Frisk turned to Sans when he mumbled a curse, her worries now confirmed as her skeleton pocketed the phone.