When Lightning Strikes

Chapter Six

 You were laying on the couch, half asleep and half pissed off because the fever you were currently battling forced you to cancel your holiday plans with Undyne. You had so been looking forward to hanging out with her and her alternates this coming weekend. It was just your luck that you got a virus this early in the year.

Maybe, you thought, maybe I shouldn't have used magic yesterday. But you had been doing so much better, you had gotten your hopes up... And you knew that Sans felt guilty for not stopping you since you did ask him to watch just in case if something went wrong.

You let out a little chirp as Sans removed the now room temperature and mostly dry rag from your forehead and replaced it with another, wetter, cooler rag. You felt, more than saw, him pause when he heard you, pausing long enough to know that he was considering something. His fingers softly carded through your hair, gently untangling the knots he came across as best he could. You let out a deep, satisfied sigh.

Patting your head, he left the living room, most likely to go back into the kitchen.

The front door squeaked open.

Papyrus was home.

You finally allowed yourself to fully drift off into sleep.