Chapter two: The Younger Brother
Hello againnnn! I started writing this chapter in Sans's perspective again but I didn't vibe well with it. So I thought we should take a look at the other little skeleton we all know and love!
ENJOYYY 3
"Brother are you okay?!" Papyrus screamed, tears plucking his eye sockets his brother's breathing was ragged, his whole body shook. Papyrus couldn't understand what was happening, he was fine! Wasn't he? Papyrus knew Sans better than anyone. To not pick up on how sick his brother truly was sent chills up his spine. A small crowd gathered around the boys, Papyrus tuned them out, he only cared about his brother right now. No one else mattered. "Sans wake up!" Papyrus gently shook him. A man knelt down beside them. His aura was warm. Papyrus looked up through his tears to see Mister Grillby. Sans knew him well, and spent a lot of time at his bar, but Papyrus didn't know him all too well. His flames licked the air as he adjusted his glasses and put a gentle hand on Sans's back. "Follow me Papyrus." He said, his voice was wispy, but firm. Papyrus nodded and allowed Grillby to pick up Sans and cradle him back to the bar. Members of the royal guard began to disperse the crowd, Papyrus usually stood in awe at the guard, but his brother came first no matter what.
He followed Grillby inside the bar. The stench of grease filled his lungs as he slowly walked behind the firey monster. He led them into the back of the bar and past the kitchen into a living area. Papyrus never thought that Grillby lived in the bar itself. It was a cozy area, a fireplace lit the entire room in a dull glow, and lanterns were lit amongst the tables. In the main room there were two couches each facing each other on seperate walls, with a small tv mounted above the Fireplace. A nice seemingly hand knitted rug sprawled across the floor. Grillby led them down a small hallway and into one of the bedrooms. There was a large bed with comfy looking pillows, and a small bedside table with a lamp. Grillby carefully put Sans in the bed and smothered him with blankets. Papyrus hopped up on the bed and sat by his brother. The tears had not yet stopped. Grillby left the room and returned with a small first aid kit. He took his temperature and placed a cool rag on his forehead. Papyrus watched as he dutifully worked.
"How long has Sans been feeling ill?" Grillby asked, looking up at Papyrus. Papyrus looked down at the sickly looking Sans. "I don't know… He was fine until just a few minutes ago…" Papyrus felt awful for not being able to give any better information. He hiccuped and sniffled, feeling more and more tears fall. Grillby put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it Papyrus. Sans hides a lot, unfortunately he is really good at it. It is not your fault." He reassured. Papyrus nodded slowly and grabbed Sans's hand. His breathing was so heavy, and his whole body was shaking. "Whats wrong with him?" Papyrus asked, not daring look up from his brothers face.
"I'm not sure entirely. I will call in a doctor tomorrow, but he has a 104 degree fever, and he is very malnourished. Has Sans been eating well lately?" Grillby asked. Papyrus nodded. "From what i can see, he never eats breakfast because he takes me to school and sometimes he skips out on dinner but it's nothing alarming… " Papyrus explained. Grillby nodded, "He comes in sometimes to eat after taking you to school, but never finishes it. How about sleeping?" He pried, he didn't like having to ask Papyrus so many questions, but he had to get to the bottom of it. "Um… He's always up really early, and doesn't go to bed when I go to bed. Sometimes i'll get up in the middle of the night to get some water and his light is still on in his room. When I ask about it though he never really says much." Papyrus frowned. How much about his brother had he been neglecting to notice? Grillby sighed and tucked Sans in. "I want you boys to stay with me until Sans is better. If Sans does not get better by the end of the weekend then I will take you to school, okay?" Grillby said sternly. "You don't have to do that Mister Grillby… Really…" Papyrus said. Grillby put a hand on Papyrus's shoulder.
"I owe a lot to Sans. He has been there for me when I was struggling. I want to do the same. Besides, Sans is only sixteen, sometimes he needs the help of an adult." Grillby explained. "And I am more than happy to care for him." Papyrus smiled at Grillby's kind words. "Thank you. Me and Sans appreciate it." Papyrus said, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Why don't we let him rest for a while? We can go to your house and get some of your things, i'll close up the bar early for today." Grillby said. Papyrus nodded, "Will Sans be okay on his own?" Papyrus asked. Grillby nodded. "His entire body is completely drained. I don't think he will wake up anytime soon." Papyrus agreed and they walked to their house. The door was unlocked as usual, Papyrus ran in and packed everything he thought Sans would like, his stuffed bear, his favorite books he always read to Papyrus, some clothes of course and his blanket from his bed. Papyrus then put some clothes for himself and his favorite puzzle sketching book into a seperate bag and hurried downstairs to where Grillby greeted him. He grabbed one of the bags from Papyrus and they slowly made their way back to the bar. The walk was silent. Once they got settled back in, Papyrus checked on Sans he was still unconscious. Grillby changed the rag on his forehead. He had to wait to give him meds until he woke up. For now, this was the best he could do. Sans looked so uncomfortable in his sleep, his face was distressed. Grillby let out a long breath before leading Papyrus out of the room to let Sans rest. He whipped up some chicken strips for Papyrus to eat and tried to keep him occupied so he didn't worry about Sans too much. He indulged Papyrus by having him explain his puzzles to him, which were silly contraptions that were impossible to create, but Grillby spoke about them with enthusiasm loving his childlike admirations. He checked on Sans a few more times throughout the evening and made his calls to Alphys and Asgore about his work situation.
"O-oh no! I kn-knew something was off this morning when he was l-late for work. I c-can run by in the morning with some medical supplies and look him over." Alphys said.
"That would be amazing, thank you very much Doctor." he said, Alphys let out an embarrassed grunt as he hung up. When he called Asgore, he seemed unhappy with the situation. "I had a feeling something like this would happen sometime or another. Please send any medical bills to me, I will take care of it." Grillby agreed and hung up, he was exhausted. Papyrus had so much energy, and keeping up with it was difficult. He understood why Sans was always so tired. Eventually though Papyrus wound down. Grillby made him a bed on the couch and read him a story while he settled down. By the end of the story Papyrus was out like a light, probably tired for the days chaos as well. Grillby stood from the couch and turned off the lights. He put the book quietly back into Papyrus's bag and went to his own room to get some sleep. He knew that the days ahead would be full of activities.
Sorry if this chapter was boring, i needed a good transition into the next part of the story. Thank you for reading! See you next timeeee :D
