Complete opposites

What to do ?

"Bipolar disorder. I'm sorry." Red blinked. Once.Twice. Did...Did he hear right? A...A bipolar disorder? Red fell back on his seat, unbelieving of what the other just told him. Meanwhile, Sans moved to his desk, with hollow eyes just like before, handing him another set of pamphlets about bipolar disorder. "Here, you might find every information you will need." Red was given the papers, and looked back at the retreating figure of the skeleton. How...How could the other told him such an information and be so indifferent?! True, it's not like they knew each other, and he might have a ton of patient, but still... "How...how can ya announce me such news like this?! How can you be so emotionless??!! Don't ya care about the people who come to see ya?"

 Sans turned back, tiredness showing, and something else that Red was unable to identify right now. "Oh. Sorry. Do you want me to cry while telling you the news, maybe?" 'Idiot,idiot,idiot!! Why can't you shut up!' "My job is to identify your illness, not to be compassionate." "You're also supposed to be a therapist. So yer job is to be compassionate." Sans sighed softly, still giving the other his back. "Wrong. I have to treat you. That doesn't mean that I- OOF!" He didn't get to finish his sentence as a hand gripped his throat before slamming him into the wall. When he looked up, he gasped quietly as he was met with two eyelights resembling embers. 

Red was angry. No, it was beyong anger. He was pissed. He knew that he already was from this morning, and even before, but this... doctor... he was making things worse. He could feel his control slowly slipping away from him. "Ya piece of shit! Is this some kind of revenge fer what my brother did ta yers?! This has ta be it! You bastard! And ya dare call yerself a doctor?! Yer the worst I've ever seen!!" Red screamed in anger as Sans looked at him, scared. Yes, he should be used to deal with violent patient, but...this one scared him particulary. Because Sans had no idea of what the other was capable of doing. And right on cue, Red punched the wall just next to Sans' skull, leaving a dent in  the wall. Blood and magic was dripping from Red's hand as he panted from the fury he was feeling. Everything was blurred around him, and he could do nothing but wanting to lash out at anything and anybody. And he did so as he threw things against the wall, growling loudly while doing so and making a mess in the room, and he wanted to keep going. But a small part in him told him to calm down, for it would do nothing but make his state worse than before. And little by little, his crisis settled down, making him just annoyed like when he first arrived.

And as he calmed down, he could feel his vision clearing itself. Though he would have prefered it staying blurry. He gasped as he saw what he did : There was a huge crack in the wall, with some residue of blood and magic in it,athe room looking like a tornado suddenly appeared them for a few seconds before disappearing again, but the doc wasn't there anymore. Did he run away when Red was regaining control of himself? A small sob made him think otherwise as he looked down, freezing at what he saw.

Sans was curlep up against the wall, having slide against it when Red was zoning out. Without realising it, tears were splashing down on the floor. He was mortified and scared, he couldn't think straight. Had he been more calm, he would have gone out to seek for the security guars to take care of the skeleton, but he couldn't move nor think. So he just stayed there, sobbing as silently as he could in his knees. It was his fault. Red's outburst was his entire fault.He should not have acted this way, he should have been more gentle, less detached. He should have been more compassionate, like before. When did he stop caring, again? Maybe this way the last straw. Maybe he should quit. He was hurting people instead of helping them. Red was right.He was the worst. 

A sob made his way to his skull, making him hesitantly looking up, tears still rolling on his cheekbones, and he gasped at Red standing there, crying as well while backing up slowly aginst the opposite wall as best as he could, almost tripping several times. When he was back against the wall, he began to shake furiously. "I...I-I'm s-s-sor-r-rry.... I...I d-didn't w-w-want th-this t-ta happe-en! I-I d-didn't w-want t-t-ta-a-a!!" He was looking at Sans from the complete opposite of the room, tears streaming down his cheekbones. He knew this had been a bad idea. He shouldn't have come there. He was a danger for other people. But...this was why he was there, to find a solution! But...could he find one? 

Sans look at the other skeleton, feeling guilt surge through him.' Now look at what you've done.' He gripped his arm tightly, trying to will the tears away. He...he should do something, right? 'All you're going to do is make things worse. It's always like that with you. You don't do anything else but cause pain to others' . That's not true. He...he could help others! 'Before helping others, you should help yourself first.' That froze Sans instantly. Before he could react, a loud bang could be heard at the door. "Doctor!! Are you alright? What's happening inside?!" He looked panicked at the door, then back at Red, only to see that the other was nowhere to be seen. His eyes widden in surprise as he let himself fall on the ground, just as someone finally unlocked the door, stepping in. He barely registered the others asking him what happened, if he were hurt, where was the patient...  He...he just needed some time alone.

As he made his way home earlier than usual -he had obtained a week off to deal with what happened- as he clutched Red's file that he successed hiding from everyone else. He...he didn't know why he took this, but he felt that this was important. He sighed as he llok up to the sky, a sad expression on his face. 'Now, what to do?'

Red slammed his door loudly, making an echo resoning in the whole house, before going to his bed and lie on it. He felt like trash. He almost hurt the other, just like he did to his own brother. No. It would have been even worse. He sobbed again as he buried his head on his pillow, feeling guilt take possession of his Soul. 'And here are the depressing thoughts now...I shoulda understood sooner...' He closed his eyesockets, but opened them almost immediately. He could still see him. Curled up, crying and terrified. He...He really messed up. He could have hurt him badly. The other looked so fragile, so weak...Why was he doing this job in the first place? He looked like he can't handle some strong people.

 He shuddered softly, as he grabbed the nearest blanket on his bed, covering himself with it. It was a thick blanket, with what he had called 'silly pattern' on it the first time he saw it, with animals running printed on it. He received it for his 19th birthday from his brother.Though iIt was meant to be a joke and to embarass Red, the latter secretly love it a lot. It was warm, big, and the animals made him feel better. But today, it didn't work as much as it usually does, for some small tears splashed onto it. He curled onto his bed, looking sadly at the ceiling. 'Now, what to do?'

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Hi everyone! I hope you are all doing okay today! Here's the 2nd chapter of the story! Again, I apologie for mistakes and everything! Like last time, comments are welcomed , as long as they are polite! And chatxmarinette, I hope you like it so far! I wish you all a lovely day or night, and stayy safe!!