It had been a full week since Frisk saved Asriel as well as the rest of the monsters. The monsters had set up a small town somewhere in Washington. Frisk moved in, and was adopted by the Dreemurrs. He and Asriel shared a room. Their beds were on the opposite sides. The night was deafly quiet, not a sound but soft snoring could be heard. It was well past midnight and the two snored softly. Suddenly there was shaking coming from Asriel's bed. In a blink of an eye he was gone. Frisk stirred awake because of the noise he made.

He noticed his brother's absence and sat up. One look in front of him revealed that the room's door was wide open. He soon stepped outside and saw that the bathroom door was cracked open. He took a peek and saw Asriel leaning above the toilet. He coughed very hard and threw up once more into the toilet. Frisked opened the door the rest of the way and stepped in. Hearing the footsteps Asriel turned to Frisk. Frisk held deep concerned in his expression.

"Azzie, are you okay?" he asked.

Asriel could only shake his head.

Frisk knelt down by his side and wrapped an arm around him.

Asriel out of fear and a lot of embarrassment started to get water in his eyes. Frisk simply held tighter. Asriel's looked green, even under his bright white fur. His eyes were dull, his throat was beyond dry. He coughed vomited a little more… but missed the toilet. Finally the worst of it was over. Asriel turned to Frisk and spoke a groggy voice.

"I f-feel so horrible."

Frisk rubbed his back.

"There, there."

Frisk grasped his paw and helped stand him up. Afterwards Frisk led him back to bed. Asriel, feeling hot refused to be tucked in.

"You stay here and throw up in this if you need to." Frisk said pointing to a small trash can.

"O-Okay." Asriel replied.

Frisk left the room and jogged to the kitchen, filled a glass of water and headed back to the room. He sat Asriel up so he could drink.

"Now slowly, drink it up." Frisk said.

Asriel nodded in response, taking a very small sip.

"I think you're sick because you've been a flower for so long…"

Asriel glanced at him, he hated that memory. Being a flower was the worst thing in is life.

"… That you lost your immunity to most sicknesses."

Asriel nodded and having finished the water, placed to cup on the lamp table. Frisk placed his hand on his forehead and soon took it back.

"You're warm." He said. "Go on get some rest."

Asriel lay back down and closed his eyes. He suddenly felt is bed shaking, but he knew it wasn't him. He rolled over to see Frisk placing himself under the blanket. Asriel became surprised.

"F-Frisk what are you doing?" He asked.

"Just in case you need anything, I want to be nearby."

Asriel smiled and shook is head.

"But Frisk you could get my…"

"Azzie, I'm sure I'm well immune to this by now."

Frisk lowered his head onto the pillow. Asriel soon closed his eyes again. He thought about how lucky it was to have a brother like Frisk. After drifting in his own thought's it wasn't long until both of them were snoring the night away.