(tw: blood, guns, descriptions of pain, and (non-sexually) clothes being taken off.)
"Are you done getting in my way?"
You blinked a few times, watching the barrel of the gun point between your eyes.
"You're just a dirty monster fucker, aren't you? People, if I can even call you that, deserve to die. If I pull the trigger, I'm only doing the rest of the population some justice," his face was smug, uncaring.
Jonathan.
His name was Jonathan.
Not that it mattered much.
You knew you were dead in a manner of seconds.
You took a deep, shaky breath - your hands trembling. Tears were beginning to prick your eyes but you would not cry. Not here, not now.
Not for someone like him.
"Look, let's just calm down," your voice didn't quiver. You stood up tall and your voice was stronger than you had ever remembered it being, "I think you guys are making an awful mistake. This kind of stuff can stick with you for life."
"So," you breathed, "Why don't we just put the gun down and just go our separate ways, yeah?"
"Sans, don't move ," Undyne's voice was a hushed whisper, clearly heard throughout the silence of the crowd, " Just stay right where you are for now. "
" undyne. " Sans sounded angry, " you can't expect me to- "
" I'm expecting you to play it safe," Undyne interrupted, "for her safety. "
Jonathan cracked a malicious smile, "Why don't I just shoot you? Be a lot easier for everyone involved, you seem expandable anyways."
Why wasn't anyone calling the cops? Hell, why wasn't there a goddamn police officer in sight?
"I-I don't mean to anger you or anyone else," you sounded desperate, terrified, "I want you to think about your future."
He smirked, "I am thinking about my future. I'm thinking about the future of humanity. "
You heard a clicking sound.
"So,"
"Die."
Time felt like it moved slowly at that point, like life was turned to slow motion. The next few moments felt so clear, and felt so long. It felt like hours had passed, not only less than a few seconds.
The sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the area, and screams were heard from shopkeepers and customers. Undyne cursed loudly but you couldn't quite make it out. You assumed it was something vulgar because that's just who she was.
You closed your eyes and waited for the inevitable.
Goodbye, everyone...
Then immense amounts of pressure were forced upon you, like a boulder had just landed on your body. You opened your eyes immediately as you felt yourself being pushed to the side. But no one was there, it was just like you had teleported.
Teleported?
Suddenly, immense amounts of pain hit your arm. Your other hand went straight to it, feeling and holding onto the source of pain. You felt warm, hot liquid rush down your hands and through your sweater.
You dropped down to your knees and screamed, wailing in pain.
The delinquents watched you for a moment, before thinking better of it, and then ran away. Jonathan stared daggers at you then ran along with his friends, the crowd of people making a small exit for them.
You slowly closed your eyes, feeling hot tears rush down your face.
At least those kids wouldn't have the pleasure of seeing you cry.
Did any of these people even care that they had almost killed you? That you were there crying in agony of the immense, blinding pain in your upper arm? No? Oh god, this was why you liked books better than people. Books were understanding, books didn't watch as you screamed in pain.
Someone yelled your name and went right to your side, "Oh god, oh god, are you okay? That's a lie, of course you're not! Oh my god, we need a doctor!"
The crowd of people slowly disbanded, not a single one caring about you or what just happened.
"Hey!" Undyne's loud stomps could be heard from behind you, "We need to get her somewhere, do you know where there's medical attention anywhere?"
A bony hand was placed comfortingly on your back, "you should leave."
Vivian made a noise of discontent, "What? Why?"
"we don't need some human ," Sans sounded unforgiving, cruel. Unlike his typical self.
You opened your mouth to say something but your arm throbbed with pain, you bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming again. Blood rushed out as you gripped your arm harder, hoping to stop the bleeding.
"Sans," Undyne sounded impatient, "She was with _ standing in the crowd."
"so?"
Vivian huffed, "You might not trust humans or even me, but I don't mean ill. Please, let me help _."
Sans started to say something but Undyne quickly interrupted, "Yes, please. Where's the nearest hospital? Her arm is bleeding profusely!"
Sans's hand removed itself from your back, only to find it's way back to your face. He must've been sitting down on the concrete with you, as he wiped away your tears and pushed back some of your hair from your face.
"i don't know, but i can get her somewhere. i just need an address."
"Sans, what the hell?" Undyne groaned, "You just wasted all of your magic by moving _, you'll kill yourself if you use anymore."
"i won't," Sans paused, "i don't care."
Sans saved me?
Your breathing was shaking, as all you could feel was pain. You felt yourself break into a cold sweat.
But you needed to say something, anything.
"Sans..." you said quietly, whispering and hoarse, "...N-No hospital."
He made a sound of confusion, "you need to get to one as soon as possible."
You shook your head, whimpering, "I... I don't have the money."
"That doesn't matter," Vivian chipped in, "I can help pay."
You shook your head again, "It only... Grazed my arm... I-I think the pain's the only thing... Serious about it..."
"serious?" Sans put a hand on your good shoulder, squeezing softly, "you're bleeding heavily. that's really not serious to you?"
"I'll be okay..." you opened your eyes slowly, greeted to a worried Sans face, "I'll need help g-getting the blood to stop. I have a first aid kit in my... My bookstore, I'll just need help getting there, okay?"
Sans made a sound of hesitation before helping you up, almost carrying you in his arms. He looked at your bleeding arm and shook his head, looking like he was about to cry. Undyne and Vivian followed you along slowly into your store.
The familiar chime rang as you all piled in and it all felt normal for a moment, except Undyne locked it behind her this time.
"For safety."
You nodded as you told Sans where to grab the first aid kit and he did exactly as you directed.
"Do you have any aspirin?" Vivian asked hesitantly, "I can go grab you some if needed."
You shook your head, sitting slowly down on your seat, careful not to get blood on the leather.
The pain hurt immensely, but it was bearable. You could grin and bear through it if need be, and that was what you were going to have to do. It didn't hurt as bad as first, but it still ached and throbbed like there was no tomorrow. You bit your lip again to try not to cry anymore, your tears just barely had stopped.
"I've got some," you said weakly, "I'll take-take it in a moment, it'll thin out my blood and make me bleed more if I'd take it now..."
Vivian's face was pale, "Alright, just... Tell me if you need anything, 'kay?"
You tried to fake a smile, but it failed horrendously, "O-Okay."
Undyne shook her head, "Always trying to be the cheerful one, even when you just got shot... You're hardcore, _. Living the dream."
Despite yourself, you chuckled and made a rock'n'roll sign, "Rock on."
Sans put the first aid kid, practically slamming it down on the counter.
"will you guys grab _ something for blood loss?" Sans said quickly, "like orange juice and a cookie, or something to that effect."
Undyne nodded and Vivian nodded along with her, "Will do."
Vivian smiled awkwardly, "Undyne, I, uhm. I'll go with you, if that's okay."
"Sure thing, let's go now," Undyne said, unlocking the door, "Keep her safe, okay, Sans?"
Sans nodded, grabbing a wrap of gauze solemnly.
Vivian and Undyne headed out the store, but not without Undyne making sure it was locked securely again. You watched as they headed out, their heads held low.
"i..." Sans paused, "i'm so sorry."
"Sorry?" you asked, "Why are you sorry?"
Sans stopped, staring you right in the eyes, "i... i couldn't prevent you from getting hurt. when i saw you, i wanted to die right then and there. they had knives, _. let alone a goddamn gun."
"That's why I ran up there."
"you're an idiot."
You nodded, "A graze in the shoulder is better than... Whatever might've happened."
Your wound throbbed again and you winced audibly at the pain. It wasn't bleeding as heavily anymore, but the blood started to dry. All over your sweater, your coat, and even some parts of your scarf.
Sans began to grab the stuff to treat your wound before stopping.
"..." he took a moment to say anything, "do you mind going in the book area? where there's no windows?"
You felt confused but nodded nonetheless. You sat on the floor, holding onto your injury with a death grip in fear of it starting to bleed profusely again. It wasn't a question if you needed it to get treated, it was exactly when you needed it to.
Sans sat close to you, right in front of your view. He started taking things out of the first aid kit and placing them to the side.
When did he learn this?
Your eyes felt puffy and you desperately wanted to rub them to get rid of the itchy feeling.
Sans looked at you straight in the eyes, before looking away almost immediately. His face was tinted blue a bit and you wondered what he was thinking.
"hey, this sounds weird," Sans said, still unable to look at you, "i... i need you to take off your shirt, so i can treat your wound. your sweater and jacket are going to make it difficult or even painful since it's up so high on your arm."
You felt yourself blushing, but you knew Sans meant well - even though you both were a tad embarrassed of the situation.
Slowly, you removed your hand from your wound. It throbbed slightly but you bit your lip and beared with it.
Everything you did was slow, so unbearingly and painfully slow. Every brush of the fabric made you want to cry out in pain. You took off your coat and placed it slowly next to you, agonizingly slow. Sans watched you, his expression full of guilt and sorrow.
Did he feel guilty?
He shouldn't.
"Sans," you said quietly, "Are you okay?"
He looked at you for a second and chuckled softly, turning his head, "you just got shot, yet you're asking me if i'm okay..."
The bullet had ripped a huge hole in your coat, you noticed. It must've got your sweater too... Damn, it wasn't like you liked this sweater... (Sarcasm. Ha.)
"i'm fine, kiddo," Sans finally said, "i'm just so fucking relieved you're okay."
You nodded and hesitantly grabbed the bottom edge of your sweater, unsure of how to feel.
"I-I," you said awkwardly, "Don't look."
You pulled it over your head shyly, trying to get it over with. It didn't brush over the area, but it still ached moving it. It felt like someone had just given you three thousand shots in that general area, and you weren't even touching the bullet wound.
Was there a bullet in your arm?
Sans didn't pay attention to your barely covered torso, or your free arm awkwardly covering up your chest. Rather he focused solely on your wound, his hands holding your arm carefully.
He grabbed a rag sort of thing out of the first aid kit and started slowly wiping away the blood from around your arm. It hurt like a bitch.
Sans let out a sigh of relief, "it didn't cut a vein. you'll be okay, okay? it just nicked you, the blood just made it worse than what it looked like..."
You smiled softly in spite of it all, "I'm just glad that... You and Undyne didn't get hurt."
The skeleton didn't comment on your sentence, grabbing out the gauze and starting to wrap it around your wound softly.
"Is there a bullet in there?"
"no bullet."
"That would've been cool, don't you think?"
"_," Sans said coolly, "i don't think it's funny that you almost died, alright?"
You blinked, "I wasn't meaning it like that..."
"don't do anything stupid like that again, please," Sans sounded desperate.
"Sans, I..." You paused, "I'm sorry I made you worry."
He looked at you and smiled wide, "alright, i'm just... sorry, shit. would've kind of sucked if i couldn't kiss you anymore, huh?"
You blushed, feeling the sensation of Sans's hands on your arms, bandaging your arm carefully, "I-"
"don't worry about it," Sans said, "i want you to feel okay and not feel pressured to date me ever, you know that, right? i'm here with you throughout everything. you just scared the shit out of me earlier."
Despite yourself, "I didn't think skeletons could shit."
Sans's head shot up to stare at you, before he started laughing.
You laughed along with him, feeling the ease of the tension from before start to slip away.
"Ouch," you whispered shyly, feeling the pain start to rise up again.
Sans looked at you, eyes wide, "oh god, i'm-"
"No, no," you shook your head, "It just hurts."
"rate your pain one to ten."
"One to ten?"
"just do it."
"A... Five, maybe?"
"do you want any aspirin? i can text undyne to grab you some."
"...I think I have some in my bag."
"i can go grab it for you."
You shook your head, "No, please don't. Just stay with me for a while, right here."
Sans blushed, and you realized your predicament.
"Oh god, no, no!" You covered up your chest instinctively, "I just didn't want to... I don't know."
"your arm is all done and bandaged," Sans concluded, "tell me if it starts hurting again. you really did just nick it, we're lucky for that. it'll hurt like a bitch for a while though."
He chuckled and slowly started taking off his jacket, leaving him behind in a white turtleneck with his regular old basketball shorts on. He put it on your shoulders lovingly, smiling softly.
"and as much as i'd love to see you like this..." Sans teased, his face bright blue, "maybe now isn't the best time."
Your face was bright red, "You're awful!"
"your face is so red, i don't think we need to worry about you bleeding anymore," Sans said, then shook his head, "sorry, i joke around when i'm sad."
You raised an eyebrow, "I-"
"not always sad," Sans said immediately, "i also just like seeing you smile."
"Sans..." you smiled shyly, "Thank you."
You slowly put on the jacket, comforted by the warmth of it.
"I keep stealing your jacket, dammit," you joked, zipping it up, "One day you'll just never get it back."
"that's fine, as long as you let me see you in it sometimes," Sans beamed, "god, you're adorable."
You opened your mouth to say something, but were immediately interrupted.
"Sans, _," Undyne's voice echoed, her footsteps loud and clear throughout the store, "Ah, there you guys are! I brought you some orange juice and, I don't know if you like 'em, some chocolate chip cookies."
Vivian was with her, staying quiet while Undyne handed you the bottle and a package bigger than your hands.
"Hey," she said shyly, quietly, "Are you okay?"
You nodded, forcing a smile, "It hurts a lot still, but I can deal with it. Once I'm comfortable that my bleeding has stopped, I'll take some aspirin."
"oh yeah, do you want me to go grab that for you?"
You shook your head and popped open the lid for the juice.
Vivian shuffled awkwardly, seeming to be nervous.
She took a deep breath, "I don't mean to pry, but... Why are you wearing Sans's jacket?"
"And, uhm... Why are your clothes all over the ground?"
"OH MY GOD, WHAT?"
(a/n: hey guys, sorry for the chapter being late again. chapters might be late only by a few days, until i can figure out what's wrong with my wrist. my mom thinks i have carpal tunnel, but we're not sure yet. i'll keep you all updated on what happens. thank you all for being patient, i love you guys!)