|| Catching Feelings || AU Sanses x Reader! ||

|| A Concussion ||

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Sans groaned as he awoke from his nap. However, he sat up suddenly in fear as he realized what sound of woke him. A terrified shriek, and the sound of shattering glass.

He looked around frantically, as he threw the blanket off of his body. Normally in these situations he would be a lot calmer, but for some reason he was pretty on edge at the moment. Something wasn't right.

He turned to where the sound had come from - the kitchen. He jumped up, and teleported over there as fast as he could.

He stepped behind the counter, and then jumped up attempting to watch his step as the pieces of shattered ceramic littered the floor. It wasn't until he looked a little higher up though, that he saw (Y/n)'s body.

He looked up, before his sockets widened, as he took in the sight before him.

(Y/n) lay crumpled up on the floor limply. At first he thought she was unconscious, but she was mumbling incoherently as she held her head in her hands. 

She wasn't sobbing, but there were pinpricks of tears in her closed eyes, and they were puffy and red.

Her eyes fluttered open, as she looked around in confusion. She sat up, before trying to speak through stifled sobs. "Where am I??" She spoke desperately. She turned around, and faced Sans, and their eyes locked together.

She stared at him a little longer, before hiccuping, and going back to attempting to ease the searing pain inside of her head.

Sans stared back, attempting to process what was going on. His mind raced with thoughts about what he should do. Should he call someone? No, everyone was out right now doing stuff. . . Should he help her? He had experience with Papyrus, but that was different. . .

He sighed in frustration, before crawling forward to where she sat, minding the broken sharp pieces littering the floor.

He concerningly placed a hand on her back and used his other to get her attention.

"hey (y/n). come on, you ok?"

She returned her attention to him. "What time is it?" She sputtered out urgently.

"uh..." Classic struggled to remember, before examining the clock on the other side of the room. "1:34, why?"

"Ok, ok.... What day is it?" She spoke again, her voice filled with desperation. Sans wasn't sure why, but clearly knowing the time was extremely important to her now. Her voice cracked slightly, but not as much as it did before. She wasn't actively sobbing, but dried tears still remained on her flushed cheeks.

"It's Sunday."

She nodded, and Sans spoke yet again. "here, look, let's get you onto a couch so we can fix your head." His eyes noted the rapidly swelling bump on the back of her head.

He grabbed her hand with his free one and helped her up. She went with him, and he guided her out of the kitchen.

Midway through, she turned to him urgently. "What time is it?? What day is it?"

". . . sunday, and 1:36?" Sans answered, unsure as to why she was asking again.

"Okay, okay, okay. . ." She looked around frantically. "Wait, how did I get here??"