The music within us Sans x reader

Chapter 2

Waking up

As I slowly begin to stir and awaken from my restless sleep, the first thing that becomes apparent is the clean as well as sweet scent filling the air. Next, as I attempt to sit up, I notice the uncomfortable ache burrowing deep into my limbs. My head radiates with waves of pain which prevents me from moving much without feeling sick.

A quiet grunt of pain escapes my chapped lips as I try to tug the unfamiliar covers up over my arms. I was laying on my side, which was uncomfortable to begin with, and the cold air chilled my exposed right arm. I clearly wasn't at home, my cousins' place, or at my drivers' house. The sweet smell ruled out my drivers' place, and the low temperature was an uncommon occurrence in any of my living relatives' homes.

After the pain in my head begins to subside I dare to crack open my eyes and immediately let out a hiss at the brightness of the room. Carefully I move an achy arm up to shield my eyes and let them adjust before finally dropping my arm and taking a weary look around.

The room was covered in tints of blue; dark blue for the walls, and light blue for the dresser, book shelf, and bedside table. There were thin white curtains covering the windows waving gently with the breeze from outside.

Homey. It reminded me of my beloved grandmothers house. The smell of freshly cooked pastries only added to the vibe, filling me with happy and sad memories. I missed her.

My eyes flutter shut and I decided to just bask in the nice feeling for a moment longer. I could worry for my safety later, for now I needed to remember what happened. What was the last thing I had done? I remember being afraid.. but also there was something else after that. Something important had happened.

A few bits of memories from the night before began to come back to me. I had been performing, and after I had packed up I met someone, and then ran. But who? Who was it? And why was I in such a hurry to get away from them?

I sigh and blink open my tired eyes again, maybe I should worry about that later. To my great relief I notice the handles of my bag stick up from beside the bedside table.

On the bedside table is a collection of items. Some bandages, a bowl, paper towels, a brush, and a cold glass of water. The glass was covered in condensation but lacked ice. Whoever had put it there hadn't been around in a bit of time.

With that thought in mind I slowly reach out and try to grab the glass. To my unimaginable disappointment the sound of footsteps reaches my ears. Quickly I retract my arms, even out my breathing and shut my eyes. The foot falls slowly come closer and closer until they pause, then I can hear the door click open.

Whoever it was that had found me was in the room right now. Should I continue pretending to sleep or say something? They take light steps towards me and I barely withhold a flinch when a warm hand rests on my forehead. "Good, good." They mutter to themselves after removing their hand.

Then they shift the covers so it blocks more of the breeze. I hear them place something on the bedside table, then they pat the bed before turning towards the door and heading away. Something jumps up on the bed and I can't stop myself from taking a quick peek.

"Meow." Em, my beloved spirit animal greets when she meets my gaze. Immediately I feel a bit of my pain melt away and it takes all I have to not verbally thank her.