A/N Everything Undertale belongs to Toby Fox; Ginny, as well as anything unfamiliar, is of my creation.
Behind Asgore, who was now slowly rising to his feet, Undyne burst through the doors. Though she was no longer brandishing her spear, she was practically foaming at the mouth. "All right, show's over!" she snarled. "Back off, all of you!" She grabbed Sans by the back of the hood, Asgore by one of his pauldrons, and yanked them both into the hospital.
Antoine and Truman pushed both doors shut before the crowd could follow them in. They braced themselves against both doors as the humans pounded on the glass, shouting. Eventually, several security guards, consisting of humans and monsters, charged into the lobby and locked the doors.
While the two royal guards stayed behind to help security, Undyne continued to drag Asgore by the arm deeper into the hospital. She was now holding Sans under one arm like a football. "Hey, we got two monsters injured! Someone get a doctor, stat!"
It didn't take long for a few doctors to run out, pushing a gurney that was, by some miracle, big enough for Asgore. As they helped him onto the gurney, Toriel, Papyrus, and Alphys came running up; Frisk was in their mother's arms.
"Oh my, what happened?" Toriel gasped upon seeing the dent in Asgore's armor.
"he got shot," Sans answered, still being carried by Undyne, who was either ignoring the ketchup dripping down her arm, or didn't realize it.
Her eyes glistened with tears as she stared down at him. "You... you silly monster!" she scolded, still looking worried.
"Aw, Tori," he cooed as he was being carted away, "I didn't think you still cared."
He was gone before she could give an answer. She stammered in a flustered frenzy as her cheeks flushed with color. Despite the current situation, Frisk snickered in her arms.
The group were ushered to the waiting room as Undyne carted off Sans after Asgore. He tried to say he was fine, and that the only casualty was his ketchup bottle, but he was ignored. Papyrus tried to go after them, but was barred at the door. "It'll be a-all right, Papyrus," Alphys comforted him. "If he's right i-in that he wasn't seriously injured, h-he'll be out in no time."
"... YES, YOU ARE RIGHT," he sighed, sitting in the chair next to Toriel. He tried to cup his jaw in his hands, but let his arms fall when he realized he still had his brace on. His eyes brightened. "WOULD YOU ALL LIKE TO SIGN MY BRACE?"
Glad for the distraction, Toriel asked an employee for markers and pens. Not only did they bring those, but they also brought some sketchbooks and coloring books. Frisk and Alphys immediately set off to signing Papyrus's neck brace; even Antoine and Truman came over to leave their signatures. "The human cops came over," Antoine remarked.
"Yeah, they came pretty fast," Truman added.
"Is the crowd gone now?" Toriel asked.
"Not yet. They're still, like, pretty mad."
"Even more mad that the cops came."
"They started shouting even more, like how the cops were against the wrong people, and that the monsters were the troublemakers."
She shook her head with a sigh. "How is it when someone causes such a fuss, that when they get into trouble, they try to blame their target? As if it was their fault for getting bullied."
"Yeah, it's pretty messed up," Truman groaned as he sat back in chair. Antoine sat next to him, holding his hand in his paw. "I'm pretty surprise that the cops showed up."
"At least they'll be breaking up the crowd, so that we'll be able to go home soon."
"Has M.W. c-called about Ginny?" Alphys asked.
Toriel checked her phone, and shook her head. "Nothing. I can only hope no news is good news, but it still makes me nervous."
"Who's Ginny?" Antoine asked.
"My big sister," Frisk answered with a bit smile. "We found her a few days ago!"
"All right, little dude!" Truman cheered, ruffling their hair. "You must have been, like, so stoked!"
"Yes, we were all happy," Toriel nodded. "But she was in an accident yesterday. She fell and hit her head."
"Ouch," Antoine winced, fingering at the bandages around his own head. "She okay?"
"She's still alive. But she hasn't woken up yet. If she's still unconscious when we get home, I may bring her back here, just to make sure nothing's seriously wrong."
"I-I'm sorry I can't be of any help," Alphys said, removing her glasses and cleaning the lenses with her shirt. It was black with a pink anime character on the front.
"No, it's no trouble, Alphys. General scientific work is different than medical science."
"Still, I-I wish I could have been there. M-maybe I would have thought of something."
"Try not to think too much of the 'what-ifs'. It'll only make you feel worse. Believe me."
It was another ten minutes, with Frisk and Papyrus drawing and making up puzzles to entertain themselves, before Sans and Undyne finally walked into the waiting room. Papyrus leaped to his feet, but Toriel managed to hold him back before hurt himself trying to run to Sans. Frisk, however, ran right up to hug him. "oof, hello to you too, kiddo," he chuckled.
"How are you feeling?" Toriel asked as he walked up to them, holding Frisk's hand.
"barely a scratch," he boasted, patting his stomach. His hoodie had been stitched up, though the ketchup stains remained. "they said i can go home. i'm just sad i'll be missing out on the hospital bed. it's actually nice and comfy; and adjustable."
"YOU HAVE A PERFECTLY GOOD BED AT HOME!" Papyrus scolded him, though he barely appeared angry.
"What about Asgore?" Toriel asked.
"They said he'll have to stay overnight," Undyne answered, pausing to hug and kiss Alphys. "Luckily, the bullet was slowed down a lot by his armor, so he wasn't seriously injured."
"Will I... will I be able to speak with him before we leave?" Toriel asked.
"You'll have to ask one of the guys that work here," she shrugged.
"UNDYNE! WOULD YOU LIKE TO SIGN MY NECK BRACE?" Papyrus asked as Toriel left the room.
"Heck yeah! Where's a pen?"
A few minutes later, after both Undyne and Sans had signed Papryus's brace, Toriel came back into the room. One of the security officers approached them. "The crowd's gone now. So, you can all head back home."
"Thank you," Toriel nodded. She turned to the others. "Well, shall we? It has been such a long and hectic day."
"I'll have to call a taxi to get us back to the gym," Undyne remarked. "My car's still there. Hopefully nobody's keyed it," she growled under her breath.
"G-goodbye to you all," Alphys waved as she and the royal guards followed Undyne. "Hopefully t-tomorrow turns out a-a lot better."
"You and I both, Alphys," Toriel sighed as they all left the hospital. Though the parking lot was empty, there were pieces of picket signs and trash laying out and about. "The only issue is how are we going to get home?"
"I'LL DRIVE!"
"Papyrus, you're injured-"
"-I'LL BE CAREFUL! I'LL TAKE THE UPMOST OF CAUTION! I PROMISE!"
"Well... I suppose we have no other choice. But as soon as I can, I will be getting my driver's license. Especially with winter coming. It won't do any of us any good to walk everywhere in the snow."
Papryus kept his promise of driving as carefully as he could. When he pulled up to Toriel and Frisk's house, he asked, "WOULD SANS AND I BE ABLE TO COME IN? JUST TO VISIT GINNY?"
"If it's all right with Sans, it's all right with me," she said; Frisk nodded in agreement.
"might as well," he shrugged.
As soon as Toriel unlocked and opened the door, they realized something was very wrong. M.W. came running down the hallway, looking like she had seen a ghost. "Oh, thank goodness you're back!" she exclaimed, panting heavily.
"Slow down!" Toriel urged her, gently clasping where her shoulders would be. "What's the matter?"
"I-it's Ginny! I came into the room, and... she's gone! I can't find her!"