Determination (Charisk) [OUTDATED]

22 - GUN SMOKE

(CHARA POV)

     I awoke with a flash. Frisk's arms were around me. My eye burned inside my skull. The words etched into my lack of vision. 'ERROR EN017' I inhaled. My lungs flourished with the oxygen. I was not breathing, apparently. A sulfurous scent tweaked my nose.
     "Gun smoke." I couldn't move. Warm tears ran down my face. Frisk looked at me with a warm smile.
     "No, no. Chara you didn't— It's okay. I'm okay." She grabbed my hand and put it up to her left eye. "No hole." I managed a weak smile. Frisk wrapped me in a tight embrace. "Chara, I didn't know—" She Cried into my jacket, my form struggling against my will to stay material. "You passed out. You were talking in your sleep then you started going into shock and then... Then all you said was 'Bang.' And then you stopped breathing." She tightened her grip. "I was so worried." I managed to barely speak.
     "It's ok... I'm fine now." She cried harder. I looked over at Alphys.
     "Y-you went into shock, and then you s-stopped breathing. We got you stabilized before anything bad happened."
"What happens now?" Alphys looked at Frisk, then back to me.
"You... Shouldn't g-get out of bed for... A few days."
"A few days?"
"Give your body... er, self time to recuperate, you've been through... A lot. Eheheh..."
"And what is Frisk going to do?"
"She is going to have to continue her journey without you for the ti—" Frisk stood up. Her face was red with fury.
"Excuse me? I am staying here with Chara until he is alive and well!"
"Technically I'm not alive..." Both girls glared at me. "Not the time, got it."
"His body emitting levels of VOID energy toxic to humans. Us monsters can handle it because most of our bodies are made of magic and have very little mass." Frisk seemed to calm down a little.
"Well I don't want you to like, flirt in Spanish just cause I can't understand you." Frisk's eyes pierced the air with an unrelenting tension.
"I-I'm, uh.... Not actually, um, into guys?" Frisk put her hands over her mouth.
"Oh, I didn't mean—"
"No, no it's o-okay..." We sat in silence for what seemed like forever. Frisk turned to me.
"I don't want to leave you." Again? What does she mean by again? I managed to move my hand over hers.
"It's not healthy. You have to go." She hugged me tight.
"You almost died and I couldn't do anything." My mind fell back to when we were in snowdin, how Papyrus' bone destroyed her arm.
"I guess now we're even." I rubbed her left arm.
"I don't even know where I'm going to go." And then her phone rang.

Snail Fact #18

Snails are incapable of showing or feeling MERCY.