Coloured band-aids. - Asylumtale

Chapter 5

Sans was rather sad that morning. Toriel said Frisk wouldn't be able to go visit him since they were really sick.
—They have the Flu, Sans. I'm sorry, my dear but Im afraid you'll have to wait until he gets better.
The skeleton sighted. —Okay. At least could I send him a letter? Ya know, to tell them how I miss my buddy.
The lady smiled softly and took a blue crayon and a notebook. —Of course you can, sweetheart.
—Teehee. Thanks!
The door was unlocked and Toriel walked inside his cell majestically. Sans grabbed the paper and laid on the floor doodling, after a few minutes he returned the objects and laughed.
—I hope they like it.

Toriel's house was small and cozy, she had a lot of framed paintings of snails and a huge bookshelf covered in perfectly clean books. Frisk's room was upstairs, they had a window facing to the front of the house which lightened the place and a toy box full of wooden objects to distract themselves with. Nevertheless they were unsteady and anxious knowing their friend was alone in that huge white room with no books, no toys and no friends.
[I'm sorry, Sans]
It wasn't their fault, after all being sick it's a perfectly understandable reason to skip a visit day; but if that was so, then why they were feeling so guilty?
Frisk left the bed and sat in front of their desk gazing a small box they used to store most of the band aids they gathered for their friend.
[If only there was a way you could come and visit me, this time. Then we could watch anime together and have a good time outside the hospital.]
The child took their cellphone and texted their mom, their fingers moved quickly over the device.
"Mom, can Sans come over? He will behave, he's not dangerous."
They smiled.
[At least I'll try, Friend]