Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 21: Just a glass of water

Frisk must have fallen into a light doze in the short time that Toriel went to get Dr. Alphys, because she didn't hear the two of them open the door or enter her temporary room.  She wasn't even aware the two females were in her room.  All she knew in her foggy state of mind was that she felt two very dry and rough hands lifting her head up gently from her pillow, which would have been bad enough but she also felt ten sharp little points lightly pressing into her skin.

Startled, momentarily forgetting where she was and without thinking, only wanting that unpleasant feeling off her skin, Frisk jerked up in a sitting position, her body aching from being immobile for so long and her head slightly spinning from the quick movement.  And without further ado, she lifted her arm and smacked the two hands away from her face. The loud slapping noise and the gasps from both Toriel and Dr. Alphys brought Frisk back to reality, ripping the small cloud of confusion from her mind that tiny half nap must have created for her.

Feeling an enormous amount of guilt start to build in her in a matter of seconds, Frisk couldn't even apologize as she watched who she assumed was Dr. Alphys, rubbing in her hands together, most likely trying to soothe away the unexpected sting from them.

Frisk wanted to apologize especially when she saw the doctor's annoyed expression and Toriel's surprised look, but much like every other monster she met she couldn't help but marvel and stare in silent wonder at this newest monster.

God, after meeting two skeleton mobsters, a fellow made out of fire, a grim reaper-looking taxi cab driver, a muscular and very literal fish out of water, and two kindly goat giants, you'd think I wouldn't be so surprised at how diverse all these monsters are but....

Even though she felt bad about openly stare at this latest monster, she challenged any human not to oggle at the incredibly eye-catching, and bright yellow lizard monster who was wearing thick black glasses and a very clean and pressed doctor's coat.

She was probably the shortest monster Frisk had met thus far, though that could be because the doctor seemed to be standing with a slouch, but regardless of her posture, she, like every other monster, seemed to tower over Frisk and like Sans, she had a bit of girth to her as well. 

Swallowing shamefully, finally noticing how dry her mouth was, (seventeen hours without drinking really was starting to catch up with her), Frisk opened her mouth to speak only for a few rough and painful coughs to erupted from her throat, but regardless Frisk managed to looked the lizard in the face and managed a weak "Sorry" before she lost herself completely to her coughing spell.  She moved her arm up, delighted even though she was hacking her brains out to find that she could do that again and covered her mouth.

Luckily the yellow monster heard what Frisk said  and thankfully that seemed to do the trick.  The lizard's annoyed expression melted into a neutral face while Toriel's look of surprised turned to sympathy. 

"Oh dear.  What a nasty little cough," Toriel cooed once Frisk's coughing spell finished wracking her body.  "Don't you worry, my child, I'll have da-...um...my husband bring you a nice fresh cup of tea to relieve that poor throat of yours.  We would have brought it to you earlier but you fell asleep again so we let you rest for another hour or so," Toriel explained.  "Your little body must feel so fragile and weak."

Another hour?!  I slept for another hour?! Frisk thought, and then the big yawn that followed that thought,  causing Toriel to giggle, confirmed that her light doze maybe wasn't exactly a light doze after all.  As for her body....

Frisk gave a small internal cry for joy as she cautiously moved her exhausted arms up and down and twisted her body left to right, stretching out her stiff joints.  Maybe that extra hour of sleep was exactly what she needed.