A/N Everything Undertale belongs to Toby Fox; Ginny, as well as anything unfamiliar, is of my creation.
This probably goes with little saying, but I have little to no knowledge on head injuries. With this being a fanfic, especially one with monsters that could perform magic, probably nothing will be medically accurate. If you or someone you know hits their head hard enough to bleed and/or pass out, get yourself/them to a hospital, stat. They'll know what to do.
"toriel! help me!"
Everyone jumped when Sans suddenly thrust the door open. His left eye was still glowing light-blue, despite not using magic to open the door anymore. Ginny's limp form was clutched in his arms, and they were both soaking wet.
"What happened?" Toriel exclaimed, quickly taking her in her own arms. She tried to be as gentle as she could when she saw the blood soaking her hair. Some of it had leaked onto Sans's jacket, but he didn't seem to notice.
"i found her on that bridge papyrus found her on! she was with some humans, and she fell off! she hit her head, real bad!" He looked terrified, which scared Papyrus and Frisk even more. They had rarely seen him break face.
Without another word, Toriel whisked Ginny down the hall and into the guest bedroom. She laid her on the tidy bed, but didn't let her head fall on the pillow. Still cupping the back of her injured skull with one paw, she held the other paw over her. It began to glow green. Green orbs floated down to her head, aiming for where she had been injured the most. Once the magic reached its target, it brightened for several seconds. Then, it slowly dissipated.
"Someone fetch me a wet washcloth!" Toriel called out. "A warm one!"
After a few minutes, Sans walked into the room, holding out a purple washcloth. It was wet with warm water, though not completely soaked. She took it from him, and gently cleaned the blood off of her head and hair. "... sorry, tori," he groaned, rubbing the left side of his forehead; his eye had calmed down by then. "i shoulda been quicker."
"You should have taken her to the hospital," she whispered, though not in an accusatory tone.
"yeah, i know that too. i panicked."
"It's all right. It was probably just as well, they would have thought you were the one who hurt her. It may have lead to more trouble. And this wasn't your fault, Sans. You couldn't have known what was happening. You did everything you could."
She was so busy with Ginny, she didn't see his face fall further, as if he was thinking the opposite; that he could have done something more, or at least different.
They heard footsteps slowly come into the room. When they both glanced over their shoulders, they saw Papyrus shuffling in, holding Frisk. They both looked scared, and were weeping. "I've done all I can, my dears," Toriel sighed, wiping the blood off of her sleeve with the washcloth. "All we can do now is wait." She eyed the remaining blood stains warily, resolving to wash her dress thoroughly as soon as she could.
"IS... IS SHE SLEEPING?" Papyrus asked, trying to keep his shaky voice as low as he could manage. He was pressed against the side of the bed as close as physically possible, still holding Frisk in his arms. They reached out and stroked their sister's forehead, sniffling.
"It's like sleeping. She's in a very deep sleep, somewhat like in those human fairy tales I have. But she won't be able to be woken up by us. She'll have to do that herself." She paused as she carefully pulled the blanket out from under Ginny, and draped it over her, tucking it gently under her chin. "And that may take some time."
First thing the next morning, Toriel checked on Ginny. She was still sleeping. Nothing had changed, though she figured that was better than anything changing for the worse. The area where she healed her head injury still looked good as new, which she was happy for. Monster researched showed that if an injury was severe enough, it required repeated healings before it was completely back to normal.
As she and Frisk ate their breakfast, she said, "Today, I thought we'd go to town and go shopping. We need some more groceries, and I think it would be a good idea to have some spare clothes for your sister. I don't wish to invade her privacy by checking her tags, so I'll simply be taking measurements."
"But... who'll watch her?" Frisk asked.
Before she could answer, there was a knock at the door. Toriel glanced through the curtains, and opened the door with a smile. "Thank you for coming, M.W.. I know it's not an ideal situation—"
"—nonsense! You'd do the same for me," the monster smiled as she entered the house. Frisk recognized her as Monster Kid's mother. Like M.K., their mother resembled a tall dinosaur, with only two hind legs and a tail. Instead of being yellow, she was yellow-orange, with red spikes running down the back of her head. Her hair was darker red, and was held back with a blue bow. Her dress was also blue, with stars randomly spattered across.
"Hello, Frisk," she greeted, patting the young human's head with the end of her long tail. "M.K. wanted to come along as well, but I told them it probably wouldn't be a good idea. Especially since you and Toriel are going shopping."
"Maybe some other time, when we're all at home," Toriel said, excusing herself to check on Ginny once again, and to change her clothes. After they had gotten settled in, she explored the local human clothes stores to see what they had. She struck up a conversation with one employee, recalling how she had worn a different dress than what she normally wore, only for other monsters to call her a cow by way of saying "moo-moo" at her. The employee was kind enough to inform her that they weren't mooing at her, but were referring to the dress she was wearing: a muumuu. Toriel found the whole situation so funny, she bought a white and black-patterned muumuu.
This was what she changed into after taking note of Ginny's clothing measurements. As she was walking back to the living room, notebook in hand, Frisk passed by her to get ready for the day. Toriel lead M.W. To the guest bedroom where Ginny laid, still asleep. "She's been like this for several hours now," she sighed, stroking her forehead. "Nothing's changed. I suppose that's good news, but still..."
"I promise, Toriel, that if anything does change, good or bad, I'll call you," M.W. Said.
"You won't have to watch her all day," she chuckled. "Just check in on her every now and again."
Once Frisk came out, teeth and hair brushed, and with fresh clothes on, Toriel grabbed her purse, and they were on their way.
Once they were out of the monster neighborhood, it was only a few blocks until they reached town. Before then, though, there were several human houses they had to walk by. Only a tiny number of houses were still inhabited; once the monsters were confirmed to be permanently staying, several families up and moved away, disgusted that they would have to be 'sharing' their town with them. Some of the ones that did remain, but still hated monsters, simply resolved to avoid them at all costs.
Despite the rainfall the previous day, it was a nice, sunny day. And that meant children were outside, playing. Two that Toriel and Frisk came upon were playing with wooden swords, jumping and jutting around their front yard, and even onto the sidewalk. When the mother and child duo were close enough, one of the kids darted behind Toriel with a playful jibe to their partner.
She had barely paused to smile at their playfulness when the other child, perhaps blinded by the intensity of their game, swiped their sword at their friend. The tip, though not as sharp as a knife, was still sharp enough to injure. It cut through Toriel's dress and scratched her abdomen. She grunted in surprise and pain, but managed to push Frisk out of the way.
Whether it was her sounds, or what had happened in general, it scared all of the children. The two that had been playing jumped away, their eyes bulging and their faces reddening. Then, they began to shake and cry, still clutching their toys. "I'm sorry!" one exclaimed. "I didn't mean to!"
"It's all right, little ones," Toriel said gently, smiling at them. "It was just an accident." As she calmed them down—as well as Frisk, who looked incredibly startled too—she gestured at her abdomen, "See? Barely a scratch. And I can mend this later. Next time, though, do try to be more careful. You could even injure yourselves."
The two children wiped their tears away with their hands and sleeves, and both nodded. After reassuring all three of them that she was indeed all right, and that they themselves would be fine after such a scare, she and Frisk left the two children to their activities. Frisk glanced back at them, seeing that they had decided to sit in the grass and calm down. "Are you really okay?" they asked as she took their hand in her paw.
"Well, this tear will be embarrassing to bear in town. But yes, I'm all right." She nodded. "It's not bad enough to warrant healing, so I'll leave it be."