*screams in frustration* I never had to watch so many videos and articles about one topic before and this time it was about surgery and getting prepared to it and what is happening in the operation room and GAHH! *swirly eyes* save me!
so I got someone asking for more interaction between chara and sans during more calm times, so that would be a thing i'll definitely do now ^^ but what about an actual intermission that can be done in past tense, like something that could have happened in the past?
question: is 37 kilos normal for a 9 years old?
edit: fixed to 30. thank you for the help! also, google was being confusing and using only pounds which I don't use *grumble*
edit 2: thanks for telling me about the typo at the size. frisk is indeed a fun size... not that fun, though... who someone should probably draw that XD
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warning: surgery preparation, fears, hospital.
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Preparation
Frisk was shaking in fear, clutching Toriel's paw tightly and burying their face into it. Chara was holding them, trying to calm them down despite the ghost's own fear echoing in the link.
Asgore had explained that they were going to be sleeping the entire time but Frisk was terrified that something would go wrong and that they won't wake up. Or worse, that they do wake up… only it would be in the middle of the procedure and the pain would be indescribable.
They hated pain.
"Everything will be okay, my child." Toriel did her best to calm the child down, giving them a kiss on their scalp. "We won't let anything harm you again."
Frisk nodded yet not releasing their mother all the way into the reception room, the sharp smells of the hospital filling the back of their throat uncomfortably.
A rough female's voice filtered into their ears and they looked up to see a tired eyed nurse wearing a white lab coat greet their mother and father, gesturing to a side door.
"I need some basic information before we start," The nurse started, taking out some tools and a clipboard. "If your daughter can sit on the bed?"
Frisk tensed.
Toriel nodded and slowly brought the terrified child to the side door, ducking under the frame and leading them to the lone semi-bed with a long stripe of paper draped over it. Frisk clutched their mother's hold, taking many encouragements and reassuring to let go and climb to sit on the bed.
The nurse took blood pressure and temperature, jotting down the results. Then she listened to Frisk's slightly erratic but still stable heartbeat, barely looking at the child as she took their vitals.
Frisk squirmed uncomfortably when the woman withdrew and then addressed Toriel. "Any medical history that we should know of?"
Toriel blinked, not understanding the question and the nurse sighed and left the room for a moment. Toriel looked at Frisk apologetically.
Frisk gave a small, slightly crooked grin back, reaching out to hold her paw tightly. Wishing to be over with this already.
Soon, the nurse came back, a disapproving expression on her face. The boss monster stared at her worryingly.
"Is something the matter?"
The nurse huffed. "Just some things a parent should know but obviously don't. Don't mind me. It's not like it's important to know your child's allergies or vaccinations."
Toriel narrowed her eyes. "If you had explained to me from the beginning that you meant allergies, I could have told you that my child is only allergic to Temmies. And I do not like that tone you are using with me. If you want to tell me something then please be clear about it and don't get upset over the other not understanding your meaning."
The nurse rolled her eyes but simply stood up and took out from a drawer a slip of paper and jotted something on it before leaving the room again.
Frisk bit their lip, wondering if their mother had just been insulted, and squeezed the big paw.
Toriel stared at them and smiled warmly. "Perhaps I should try and ask your doctor what had made the nurse so angry. It would put my mind in ease to know that you are in caring hands."
Frisk nodded, jolting slightly when an older man with a kind smile came in, the slip and a strange strip in his hand.
"Good morning, your Majesty, young Frisk." The man greeted them and gestured for the child's hand. They hesitantly extended their hand, blinking when he wrapped the strip around their wrist. He chuckled at their baffled expression and explained that it contained their information so everything would go as swift as possible.
Frisk relaxed slightly.
"Did you eat anything this morning?" The man asked and Frisk shook their head, remembering how queasy their stomach felt this morning, so they were glad when their mother had said that they weren't supposed to eat or drink anything before the surgery. The man nodded approvingly and typed something in his phone, telling them that a man would enter soon. This man would be the anesthesiologist for the surgery to ensure that Frisk won't have to endure a moment of pain during the procedure.
Toriel and Frisk nodded, a tense sensation settling in their beings.
A knock on the door alerted the older man and he stood up, approaching the door and opening it to reveal a middle-aged man with graying hair and square framed glasses.
"Good morning, your Majesty, little Frisk, my name is Dr. Ephraim and I'll be your anesthesiologist for today." He bowed his head slightly, a no nonsense aura radiating from him.
*So many people in such short time, Chara grumbled and Frisk agreed with their partner. They barely kept up with the appearances. Are the preparations for surgery always this long and bothersome?
The older man exited the room and the anesthesiologist sat down and browsed through papers he had brought in and then nodded.
"You're Frisk Dreemurr. 9 years old. 149 centimeters. 30 kilos. Have I been correct until now?"
Toriel nodded.
"Good. Makes my job easier. You will be getting general anesthesia, which means that you'll be completely unconscious. Is that okay?"
Frisk nodded.
"Good. I'll be there to make sure that you're getting the amount of anesthesia that you need. No more and no less. Anything you want to bring to my attention before we start?"
Frisk shook their head. The man nodded and brought out a lollipop.
Frisk blinked, not expecting this from the deadpanned doctor.
The man looked at them as if he had expected this reaction. "This will be your reward. My colleague always told me to be nicer to children and give them something to look forward to. So here is a lollipop."
…
*I like his style.
Frisk begun to laugh, slapping a hand over their mouth despite no sound coming out other than snorts and huffs, curling in their spot and shaking from their chuckling.
The doctor stared and then looked at the lollipop. "Well, it works."
Toriel joined in the laughter.
The older man returned after Frisk and Toriel had calmed down, wearing green garbs and carrying a bluish white bundle and a basket with a small box in it.
Frisk watched in interest as the older man placed the items on a chair and carried the chair in front of the bed, Dr. Ephraim moving to allow him space, picking once more the basket and bundle and sitting properly.
"Hello there again." The man smiled. "I'm your official nurse for this operation, but just call me Ben."
Frisk smiled shyly and nodded, gesturing for the basket and bundle and he perked up. "Oh, I am going to have to clean the area to make sure that it won't get infected and then you'll be wearing this," Here he raised the bundle.
Frisk regarded the bundle a bit wearily, wondering if they're going to freeze in there.
*They're making a frisk-icepop~ Chara drawled, smirking when Frisk tried not to twitch in indignation.
No one is making me food!
*Well, the lollipop is obviously a plot to fatten you up.
…you can't get fat from one lollipop.
*The last words of everyone before they ate the entire bucket.
Chara!
"—Frisk?" They jolted and looked up to see Ben stare at them in concern. "You don't need to be scared. It's a very simple procedure and you will be sleeping the entire time."
Frisk, not wanting to admit that they just weren't paying attention, bobbed their head and accepted the bundle and was being led to a small changing room.
"I'm here, Frisk." Toriel's voice echoed from behind the door and Frisk drew comfort from that and slowly undressed and spread the bundle, confused as to how to wear the strange gown.
At least there were pants included as well.
*This is really ugly… Chara frowned, their previous teasing tone fading to a strained echo. The ghost was obviously very distressed about the whole ordeal since they won't fall asleep in the surgery. Frisk had asked them if they wanted to just join them in the dreamscape but Chara shook their head, explaining that they had to look over the operation, not trusting the humans not to do anything.
None of them said how Chara would be powerless to do anything if the doctors did indeed do anything to Frisk.
The child shook slightly from the chill and fear and Chara immediately wrapped them with their arms, filling the link with reassurance and warmth.
*We're going to do this and get your voice back, alright?
Uh-hmm.
*And then we'll annoy mom with how much you can talk.
Chara!
*Oh, hush. You talk too much.
I do not!
"Frisk?" The two sighed and separated, the shorter child quickly donning the gown, blushing when they had to wrap it twice over themselves to be able to tie it properly. It was really cold and scratchy and uncomfortable. How would they fall asleep in this?
"Frisk? Are you okay in there?"
The child drew a deep breath and opened the door, hugging their mother the moment they saw her, shivering from the returning sense of dread.
They wanted to finish with this day as quick as possible and go home.
Toriel knelt before them and picked them up, humming soothingly as she placed them on a bed with wheels at the request of the older man. Frisk positioned themselves on the bed, wrinkling their nose at the strong smell of cleansing alcohol. Ben raised a bar that surrounded the bed and Toriel clutched at one as the bed begun to move, leaving the room and entering a hallway from a different door.
Frisk and Chara stared as the anesthesiologist joined them with the nurse from before, both wearing green garbs and nets over their hair, masks covering their face.
Their confusion and fear peaked and they clutched at their crossed ankles.
"Don't worry, little Frisk." They looked up to Ben. "We're wearing this so there would be no chance of you getting infection from our adult germs."
Frisk relaxed, giving a small snort at the imagery and looked at him expectantly. He smiled. "There would be more people in the operating room because we want you to be the safest that you can be. And we're going to hook you up to monitoring equipment to be certain of your safety, okay? Don't be scared if there's a lot of noise as well, alright? And if you have any questions or you feel a bit overwhelmed, I'm here for anything."
The small child calmed themselves down and bobbed their head in confirmation, rocking themselves a bit and almost falling due to the moving bed, Chara's hands fortunately catching them on time.
Soon, they stopped in front of a set of doors with many stickers with different warnings and signs on it and a red light up on top of the doors. Here the boss monster released the bed and asked the group to halt their progress.
Ben and Dr. Ephraim shared a look but relented. The nurse bit her lip and withdrew as well. Toriel exhaled in relief and knelt before the tall bed, still easily coming to face Frisk eye-to-eye, paw coming out but freezing and lowering.
"I am so proud of you for sticking through with this," She muttered lovingly, reddish-brown eyes twinkling with unshed tears.
Frisk swallowed a big lump that formed in their throat and they grabbed the bar, shaking a bit. Toriel smiled. "I'm right here if anything happens. I'll burst in and take you back if they try anything, alright?"
Frisk nodded, a bit confused as to why she won't continue with them.
*I think she can't enter the actual room…
Brown eyes widened in fear and the child grabbed the boss monster's paw, not wanting to let go of their mother.
"Shh… it's okay. Everything will be just fine, alright? I'm right here, waiting for when you come out, my baby." Their mother whispered and slowly untangled their hands, standing up and facing Ben. "Take care of them."
"Of course, your Majesty." The older man nodded, putting on his own mask and hairnet.
Frisk looked at Toriel and then at him and slowly sat back down, their shoulders hunched as the bed rolled away, jumping a bit as the doors shut behind them. Chara was looking around, trying to pinpoint any threats to them but only seeing fully covered people roaming around and the sound of beeping growing louder.
Frisk closed their eyes until the bed turned and they opened them to see themselves in a room filled with equipment and two people, strong smells of unrecognizable sources making them shiver and cover their nose.
"We're here, little Frisk." Ben lowered the bar and gently gathered their hair, placing a hairnet over it. Frisk scowled at the scratchy feeling.
Everything was uncomfortable and stiff but they had to brave through this. They were going to get their scar removed after all.
They were going to get their voice back.
They took a deep breath and let Ben lift them to the operating bed which was strangely a bit too comfortable, stiffening when he covered them with a white sheet and explained that they'll have to make sure that they won't fall off the bed with restrains.
But it was only over the stomach, their cast covered arm, and a foam pillow to be placed under their throat to keep it in place.
Chara was glowering at the doctors as they lowered the child to a lying position and quickly fixed the straps and the headrest. Ben and the nurse each went to one side of the child, the former picking a small winged needle with a tube attached to it. Frisk stared at it in fear and the older man begun to tell her small jokes.
"I heard that Dr. Ephraim had offered you a lollipop." Frisk nodded, turning to look at the nurse when she called their name, blinking at the mask. "This is a mask to make you sleep better. Do you like grapes?"
The child raised a brow at the strange question but nodded, letting the mask strap be wrapped around their head, the scent of grapes bursting in their nosetrils.
Oh.
Ben chuckled. "Isn't that a nice smell, right? And you didn't even flinch."
Flinch? Frisk looked at him only for their eyes to widen when he raised their left hand, the needle already in their forehand and a cold feeling beginning to spread from it.
*He's good. I'll give him that… Chara was trying hard not to get affected by Frisk being harmed, even if it was for a good cause. The child smiled, blinking groggily.
They were so tired for some odd reason…
"Everything will be alright, little Frisk," Ben muttered, tickling their fingertips. "Have a good nap."
Frisk yawned and fluttered their eyelids, not liking this strange sense of forced drowsiness.
Chara…
*I'm here. I'm not leaving.
I'm scared…
*I know. I am too. But I'll look over you, okay? I'm not letting them hurt you.
Thank… you…
Chara huffed amusingly and nuzzled their net covered hair. *Goodnight, wimpy.
Frisk's eyes closed and everything turned black.
And this marks the end of the thirty-ninth installment. if you have any criticism or anything to add, i would be happy to hear them.
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p.s. for those who didn't understand.
'Something written' - Frisk's written words.
Something in italics - is frisk talking to chara in their head.
*something in italics - is chara talking.
something in bold - flashback
