Summary: *Throws some feels just because!*
Notes: Hey guys! Glad you are still reading this nonsense! No really, I have all this chapters written already but I am too afraid to upload them as they are, they are going through a lot of proof readings... Anyways! So I´m learning to play the violin... any advice people? I´m using the Suzuki method btw.Chapter 6: Hospital Time
Ebott Ville, Wendell Ebott Hospital, 1 year 7 months after the release of monsters and magic back in the world.
Cold…
So cold…
Is it winter already…?
Eternal winter.
Did I knit enough sweaters for the children?
"Uhmm"
Guess I did…
…
No.
Wait.
Smells like chemicals.
Glorious chemicals!
"Mom could you…. …. …. knife? … …. … … … to wake… …. hungry"
"Guh, no Wendy no mmgg… knifes for you…"
"…"
"Mr. …?"
"Huh?"
That did NOT sound like Wendy´s whispered words or Webber´s growl like sounds.
"Mr. Higgsbury?"
"Who…?"
Are you?
My throat… is not as raspy as it was... why…
"Can you… ? … … hurt … ?"
"Yes hurts… I guess"
Not too much but still.
"Your… can… open. Your eyes?"
"Eyes? Did I lost them urgh… again?"
"What?!"
A second voice, feminine, deep, motherly?
"Umm he is just confused mom, he does not know what he´s saying."
Ok now I´m delusional it seems.
Must´ve been out for a while now, the sun is killing my eyes.
Sun?
The first thing I see when I open my eyes is the bright beam of light that is coming through an open window.
Window?
Ceiling?
Ok, Higgsbury physical audit first…
Eyes? Check
Two arms? Check
Two legs? Check
Ten fingers? Check
Ten toes? Check
Movement in all of the above? Check
Stomach hurts though.
"Uhmm" better sit so I can check how my body is holding.
If it is holding this time.
"You shouldn´t do that Mr. Higgsbury. The stitches might come undone"
"Stitches, Wha-" tiny hands push me down. They are too little to be the kids´ ones
I look up and …
*gasp*
*cough* *cough* *cough*
"Ouch…"
A brown haired child, light brown skin, not too different from when we met before. His brown locks might need a cut but otherwise he has barely changed. Barely open eyes met mine, those hazel eyes… they were filled with worry and sadness… that won´t do.
"I´m sorry, do I know you?"
Ok, maybe that was too much, oh my god look at that face it went from "I´m glad you are fine" to drop your jaw and let the fly get in… hehe
"Pfft, I´m so sorry Frisk I couldn´t help my- Pffft"
Now look at that pouty face!
"V.e.n.d.e.t.t.a" the word comes slowly from that tiny mouth like if it is the death sentence of a fellow individual.
And so the mighty shall fall.
Or laugh my guts out.
Same thing!
"Ha ha ha ha ha Frisk ha ha come on!" The tickles don´t stop.
"No"
"I´m sorry forgive me please ha ha ha"
"No"
"Mercy please, it hurts!"
"Mercy is for the weak!"
"No, ha ha ha it really does Frisk, my stomach…"
At my change of tone Frisk stops the tickling and I come to realize that there is an increasing throbbing pain that comes from up my belly bottom making a straight line ending in the right side of my back.
"Frisk he is in no condition for you to do that, please don't do it again, we don't want to harm him more than he is already now do we?"
"No mom, sorry mom"
"I´m not the one you almost tickled to death, apologize my son"
"Ok mom, sorry Mr. Higgsbury."
'He deserved it though' was heard with a bad concealed whisper and I could not help myself again and started laughing with renewed voice.
Oh gods of science this child!
"Huff ok, ok, yes I deserved it sorry" while I come down from the laughing spree I try to assess my surroundings. There were three occupants for the room, me included, the room did not held anything special, as most of the modern hospitals there was a lack of personality in this one that compels you to get out of here quickly and never want to come back, the white painting from the walls was coming undone and there is moss in one of the high top corners.
The most beautiful scenery I´ve ever seen in my entire life.
Does this means?
"I´m… free?" I say this with mixed emotions… I should be happy, there will be no more lonely nights, chatters at the warmth of a well light campfire, horrible deaths, satisfaction from a well done meal, losing my limbs over hounds, children laughter while I harvest for the first time in the season…
"Yes, you are back! Once you get healthy they will let you go and we have so much to talk about we can have sleepovers and so much fun!"
Oh.
Fantastic!
This is what I´ve dreamed for the longest of times!
Freedom at last!
"Am I? Really?"
And then…
"Are you ok? Why are you crying, I´m sorry… did I hurt you that badly?"
Why can´t I…
"I… I"
Stop crying.
Did I come back…
"Where are the children?" I say between tears.
Alone?
"I´m sorry, there was no one when we found you… Where you with other people? You´re trembling calm down please" The child is upset now and it´s all my fault but…
They are not here, did I escape alone, are they…
Dead?
"I´m sorry sir but were there children with you? Could you describe them and give us their names so perhaps we can find them?" The second voice talk again, is that Toriel? She fits Frisk description of the gentle monster who aided him when he fell underground, the only thing missing was the purple robe but I guess she can't use that every day now can she?
*sniff*
"I- I am not certain if they are here Miss."
"Whatever you mean?"
Are they gone?
"If you haven´t find them… they possibly did not come back with me Miss."
Or still trapped?
Please lords let it be the latter.
"Mr. Higgsbury please take this crab apple it will heal your wound better than the medicine they have here." The child tells me while offering a freshly cut apple, crab apple? What with that word play? It´s delicious though… how long since I tasted an apple?
*Wilson P. Higgsbury
*HP: 140/150 = HP: 150/150
*You eat the crabapple
*Your HP was maxed out. But you can't stop crying…
I close my eyes and let the flow of my tears track my face anew and I feel myself slipping into despair as I know that I will never be able to see them again and, for everything that is good, it hurts, it hurts more than the wound in my stomach and back…
Small arms try to encase me with their warmth, I… I feel a little better.
*hic*
I haven't cried like this since my sister and I got separated, and that was almost 20 years ago. It feels nice to cry with someone who cares about you.
Because last time, no matter how much I begged to not to be alone, nobody came.
I sob in Frisk arms and I try my best to hug him tight.
Please don't let go.
Notes: "Mercy is for the weak!" Is a reference to Bubbles from Powerpuff Girls. Imagine that same evil little face from Frisk! Of course he is just playing.