Author's note: i'm a lazy dirty shipper and i know it
Fallen was sick.
Now, they didn't fall (ha) ill often, but when they did? It would hit fast and it would hit hard.
And here Sans was, the first year they'd stayed with him on that day, and he was panicking. Why were they feverish? What was wrong? What was the sickness they were talking about?
Honestly, they really should have warned him about all this before, you know, being half dead for a day.
"All you can do right now," Fallen had said, almost growled, at Sans when he asked for the twelfth time if he could get them anything, "Is grab a thermometer and maybe a glass of water, please?"
And then he had to watch as Fallen downed the glass and took their own temperature. 101 degrees.
"That's... not good, is it?"
"No, but it should go away with some rest. It's probably just a little case of the flu."
Sans would have protested, but at that point Fallen had passed out on the bed, their way of saying 'screw you, i do what i want' without actually saying anything. Just pass out, yes. best strategy.
True to their word, Fallen was better by the next day, and even had a bit of extra energy to burn. The little Tac, the day after their sickness, had somehow managed to do half of Papyrus' chores, as well as go to the store and get groceries for the family. All while Sans lazed about on the couch like he always did.
How his little mate could recover so quickly? He'd never know.
because im not telling you my dang secrets snas
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12 Days of Drabbles 2020
De TodoI decided to have a go at this because I really haven't been uploading as much as I could have been. Hell, the last time I updated the lems was in September. So, as an apology and Christmas gift, have these tac ships. yes.
