(A/n:: Hoii! This is gonna be a couple chapters long and this chapter is pretty short, its technically a prolouge … anyways this is after Gaster "fell" into to core (and got his scars) but before Frisk arrives in the underground. The female (or male; change the pronoun however) in this story can be a monster or a human ,its up to you, but she's Gaster's assistant/love interest for that sake of the story. Hope you enjoy!)

"You know…I've never liked hospitals."

He felt a warm hand lightly fall onto his cold one.

"They feel like prisons for sick people."

He couldn't move, but he could certainly feel. Warmth on his hand, cold through the rest of his body and pain. Pain biting at his bones ,clawing at his skull and ripping through to his face. He tried to open his eyes. Another ache shot through the right side of his face and he groaned.

The hand on his tightened it's grip just a little.

"Does it hurt?" A soft, soothing voice asked from just above him.

He managed a short nod.

"Okay, I'll get the doctor…"

There was a bit of shuffling and the warmth of the hand disappeared, leaving the man cold all over. Then there was silence. Except not.

There was persistent beeping, people talking quietly, and footsteps. Silence; except not.

It seemed like an eternity he listened to this ambiance. He had even started mindlessly counting the beeps. When had he become so entranced in such an annoying and incessant noise? When had the warmth returned to his hand and muffled voices began forming words?

"I'm back. I brought the doctor!" That same soft voice from earlier said.

But…I'm a doctor.

"Vital signs are all good."

Vital signs?

"All right, we're going to start him on intramuscular morphine. It will take the pain away almost instantly once it gets in his system."

That'd be a great idea if I had a muscular system…

"He's a skeleton though…he…doesn't have muscles…"

Thank you for pointing out the obvious…

"I've done this before, miss. No worries."

More shuffling. Something sounded like a plastic bag was being handled. Something felt like it was being wrapped around his collar bone.

But soon everything became hazy, and ,honestly, he could care less about the sounds in the rooms. It was like something out of a dream. The pain he was feeling began to recede. There was no longer a deep ache cutting into his being. It had been replaced by a numb itch, if that. The sounds of the beeping quieted and soon it all became nearly silent. All except for a smooth, soft voice.

"I know your probably on cloud nine by now, and probably finally enjoying some relaxing time…well if you can call it that. Anyways, I just wanted to say I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna be here when you're actually back to being, well, you. Not high as a kite and everything."

Her words started to dull out. They sounded slower, oddly.

"Sleep well, Gaster."

The warmth on his hand moved upwards to his head, cupping his face in a tender embrace that made Gaster breath a quiet sigh.

As he felt his hold on consciousness faltering, Gaster stretched his fingers out on whatever surface he was laying on. His pinky finger brushed against something else warm and one of the last things he heard was a light giggle and the words,

"You just want to hold my hand, don't you? Okay."

Warmth once again pressed into his palm and he tried to smile as consciousness slipped away and gifted Gaster with a deep and pleasant sleep.