You don't even notice when Sans finally moves again. You've cried yourself out, and now have an achingly dry throat on top of your fatigue. You faded in and out of consciousness a few times, but the moment you started to go slack, the agony would jolt you wide awake. There's no real rest to be had for you.

You tried catching beads of sweat on your tongue as they slipped down your face, desperate for any relief from your thirst. Whenever you succeeded, the salt only made things worse. Your tired mind coupled with desperation, however, kept you trying regardless. Idly you wondered if you would die before Sans could wake up, but miserably decided that that would be too kind.

The sound of shuffling footsteps headed in your direction does nothing to stimulate your senses. You continue instead to stare bleakly down at the golden floor, watching as droplets of blood from your wounds gradually join the puddle of red on the tile. Each drip is a little less of your life bleeding out of you, and you find yourself watching in anticipation, hoping that maybe each one will be the last.

Suddenly the bones that are penetrating your shoulders vanish, and you give a strangled cry of fright that is barely audible through your swollen throat as you drop. Instead of hitting tile, however, you land against something soft. Your face finds itself buried inside a pile of fluffy white fur as arms wrap gently around you.

Immediately you slacken in the grip, breathing growing steady as you're carried away from the wall. It's Sans. Finally...

"you look bone tired, kid." he chuckles. Your chest shudders in a weak attempt at a laugh at his joke. He must be in a good mood if he's making puns like that.

Chuckling at your positive response, Sans pats your back, sitting down on the floor against one of the pillars. You slowly pull your head back enough to stare blearily at him through your swollen eyes, though the blackened one can barely see at all. The skeleton casually lights up one of his hands in red flames and you stiffen, taking in a shaky breath to try and ready yourself, although the thought of even more pain being added to your already crippling load makes you want to cry again.

"relax, kiddo." Sans says soothingly, adjusting your position on his lap so you're sitting upright, "just gonna fix you up a bit."

You blink in surprise, your eye widening just slightly. "F-f-f…?" You quickly give up trying to repeat the word.

"yep. it'd kinda be a waste if yah died too quickly after i just got my nap in." He grins at you, "i sure feel rested, though. slept like a baby. how about you, pal? those last hours were pretty fun, huh?"

Shuddering at the silent threat in his gaze, you wrap your arms around yourself and look away, nodding miserably. "Mhm.."

His grin stretches, "knew you would think so." He extinguishes the flames and examines your many wounds for a moment before bracing a palm against your collarbone, "let's start with those shoulders, huh?"

You give a strangled cry as he recreates the flames, trying to scoot away when you feel the heat on your skin. Sans gives an annoyed growl and grabs your broken arm, seeming to relish in the screaming that results, "c'mon, kid, i need yah to cooperate with me here. gotta get this done before yah bleed out on me." He grins, scarlet eye gleaming as he watches you slowly shift in closer, shutting your eyes and letting him press the fire into your wound.

He helps keep you still by grabbing onto your SOUL as he heals you, and honestly it's the only thing keeping you from instinctively shoving yourself away. It burns painfully hot, and you can feel your wounds closing and the fractured bones piecing back together. It's not a pleasant sensation. You cry through most of it, although your tears ran dry a long time ago.

By the time he finally stops, your shoulders, leg, hand, and arm are all healed. You're the closest to feeling whole that you've been in a long time. When he takes the healing hand away, and you can feel the changes in your sore but fixed body, the dry tears change to ones of relief. You bury your face in his chest, sobbing out 'thank you's and more apologies.

Sans chuckles quietly and pets your head soothingly, "don't mention it, kid. healing isn't all that big a deal, anyway. i coulda done it anytime."

You don't have to ask why he hasn't before. You already know. You nod, gradually bringing your breathing under control as you pull back. As you swallow, you give a wince at the painful dryness in your throat. Looking up at Sans, you sign out 'water please', relieved that your most reliable method of communication is available to you again.

The skeleton rolls his eye up, "hm. yeah, i could get you a drink, kid." Sans folds his arms behind his head and leans back lazily, "but i dunno. why should i?"

Knowing that he has no real reason to makes your chin tremble. You lower your head and clasp your hands together, "P..p-pl..pl-ea-s..plea-se.."

"...heh." With a grin, Sans stands up and picks you up along with him, "alright, kiddo. let's go."

You shut your eyes to avoid being disoriented by everything shifting around as Sans teleports, and you soon find yourself being set down on bright red dirt. Blinking, you look around and immediately notice the water cooler. Gasping quietly, you get up and move towards it, pouring yourself several cups before you're satisfied. The water is hot and burns your throat as it goes down, but you are too thirsty to care.

Eventually you wipe your sleeve across your mouth and turn back to face Sans, smiling and signing 'thank you'.

Sans shrugs, smiling back, "you feelin' a lot better, kiddo?" He asks in a gentle voice.

You nod.

"good." As Sans steps closer towards you, you push down the urge to take a wary step back. "cause you gotta be in good shape for our next game." He gives a wink, and you shiver as his kind smile begins distorting into a twisted grin. He pulls out his knife, and you try to run, but he grabs hold of you. You stare up into his pitch black eye sockets, eyes wide in fright. "I'm gonna have a great time."

The blade plunges into your eye, and you barely have time to scream before you black out.