Undyne kicked and shoved her way inside of Toriel's house. She ran up the stairs to Frisk's room while dragging Alphys with her. Alphys was trying, and failing, to assure Undyne Frisk would be fine and to slow down. She clutched the bottle of pink liquid close to her, trying not to drop and break it.
Undyne threw the door open, almost causing the wood to splinter into millions of pieces.
"Give her the medicine!" Undyne yelled in a sad frustration.
"O-okay," Alphys stuttered, "I j-just gotta measure this." Alphys unscrewed the cap of the bottle and was carefully measuring the thick, pink liquid in the lid. Undyne stared as each moment felt like a thousand years.
Undyne couldn't stand it anymore.
"Give me that!" She hollered as she grabbed the medicine and poured the rest of its contents in the lid. And on her hand. And the floor.
"W-wait, Undyne!" Alphys tried to grab the bottle back. Then Undyne shoved the medicine down Frisk's throat. "Well, I g-guess a little more wouldn't hurt."
The room smelled like bubblegum as Toriel walked in.
"Is everyone okay?" Her voice shook as she spoke. A red blush was shown from under her white fur and her fur was wet around her eyes. She tried to hide the fact that she'd been crying, but she failed to do so.
"Oh, you're back already," Toriel's voice seemed to cheer up at the sight of Undyne and Alphys.
Undyne had just finished giving Frisk the medicine. Pick stained the corners of her mouth.
"You two deserve a break," Toriel stated, "I'll watch Frisk. I heard there was some anime marathon on right now. You both have fun."
Undyne and Alphys walked away, satisfied with their work. As they stepped on the wooden porch of Toriel's house, they saw Sans standing by the front door. He was staring at the door, alone with his thoughts. He was obviously occupied by some disturbing thought.
…
The first thing Frisk felt was a horrible taste in her mouth. Then she saw the light. She was in bed, snuggled up in a mountain of blankets. Toriel was sitting in a chair by her bed reading a book while Sans sat on the floor in the corner.
Frisk sat up in bed, but immediately regretted it. Her stomach turned and made her gasp. She felt like she was cooking on the inside. She was still sick.
"Frisk!" Sans shouted when he saw the movement.
Toriel looked up from her book, which Frisk could now see was about snails. Her eyes brightened up when she saw Frisk had woken.
"My child," Toriel softly spoke. Tears were wailing in her eyes.
Frisk tried to say something, anything, back, but no words came out of her mouth. Instead, the only noise was a series of hoarse coughs. Once she started coughing, she couldn't stop. She couldn't breathe. Blood was now starting to come out along with the air. Frisk had no idea what was going on around her, what Sans or Toriel were doing.
A small puddle of crimson had formed on Frisk's bed when she finally stopped coughing. She felt dizzy and exhausted. She felt the darkness engulfing her vision as it had before.
No… Frisk thought, trying to use what little determination she had left. Her vision came back. Frisk felt crusty blood drying under her mouth. Toriel and Sans were gone, probably going to get Alphys.
Frisk felt exhausted. Coughing really had drained her energy. She rested her head on the puffy pillow. This time she wouldn't go unconscious, she would rest willingly.
…
Frisk woke up in a different room, yet it was familiar. The action figures, the books, the computer, the racecar-shaped bed, the smell of spaghetti. All the scenery added up to one solution, Papyrus' room.
Frisk slipped out of the bed. She could easily move now. She still had a headache, but it was bearable. Lingering sickness stayed, yet did not worsen.
Frisk opened the door to see everyone sitting in the living room of Sans and Papyrus' house. Sans was on the floor, leaning against the door. Toriel, Papyrus, Asgore, Mettaton, and Napstablook on the couch. Undyne and Alphys snuggled together on the floor, watching anime on the T.V. Even Flowey, who was as stubborn as ever after Frisk forced him to come on the surface, was in the room.
Everyone looked peaceful, yet there was an unsettling feeling in the air. That feeling quickly disappeared when Papyrus noticed Frisk.
"Look!" Papyrus yelled, standing up, "It's Frisk!"
Like a group of cats seeing movement, everyone turned to look at Frisk. She nervously made her way down the stairs with six pairs of eyes on her. Most of the eyes were filled with relief. Some with lingering worry. But all were happy; Frisk couldn't help grinning.
"I'm better now," Frisk stated in a raspy voice.
