Prompt: Even more ED!Papyrus? Please?


"Stop screaming! Shh, calm down!" Sans tells him, hisses at him, but it's hard to hear over the sound of his own wailing. "You have to keep quiet!"

His bother clamps one hand against his face, tries to silence him, and Papyrus instinctively bites down. Dust fills his mouth but Sans doesn't let go, holds him instead and rocks them both in some semblance of comfort.

"You need to be quiet, Paps," he says again, right next to him but it barely reaches him through the pain. "Otherwise the doctor will come back."

And that does the trick.

He goes rigid, the broken rib a mere afterthought compared to what the doctor will do if he finds them like this. Daddy doesn't like it when Papyrus cries, after all.

Sans sighs, slowly draws back his fingers and wipes them against his gown.

"I'm sorry..." Papyrus mumbles, trying to swallow a sob threatening to come out. It still hurts a lot and now he has hurt Sans too. He's not being a very good brother at all.

"It's fine," Sans answers, and he's holding on to Papyrus still, afraid he will fall apart even more. "You uh… need to fix this," he says.

His brother is smart and strong and good at a lot of things, at nearly everything, but not at healing magic.

"I can't." He looks at the cracks in the bone, the piece of rib sticking inward towards his spine.

The doctor will be so mad when he sees this, will probably punish him, and the mere thought is enough to make him tremble fiercely.

"Papyrus, did you-" Sans starts, but Papyrus doesn't let him finish, because he's crying again, softer now but he still buries his face into his brother's chest to smother the noise.

He's tired and hungry and in pain and if he just wasn't so weak maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe he would still have enough energy left to use his magic properly. Maybe tripping over his own stupid feet wouldn't have left him with broken bones.

If he wasn't so weak, maybe forty-eight hours wouldn't be his limit.

"I'm sorry." He repeats. "I'm a bad child, I'm sorry, I'm a bad child, I'm sorry-" Over and over again, practice for when the doctor comes.

"Never mind, it's fine," Sans says quickly, trying to comfort him but unable to keep the fright out of his own voice.

He rocks them still, back and forth to the rhythm of his brother's apologies, waiting for their father to come and get them.


What do you mean: We're still doing this AU?

OF COURSE WE ARE

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