Saying Goodbye
Chapter 6
You sighed and looked around, feeling uncomfortable in the soft leather seats of the spa that Mettaton had taken you to. Not that you didn't appreciate it, quite the opposite, but you were not sure how well you were going to be able to handle being touched today. You were a hard bump away from tears at all times, pain flaring from your hips and lower back and, much to your dismay, your left knee. You were not sure if it was just joining in on the 'fun' or if it was a signal that something else was going on, but you had to keep track of it and tell the doctor when you went in next. Three days from now.
Until then, you were busy most days. Mettaton was in town for a little while, and with him came many entertaining stories, gifts, and forced shopping trips. When he had heard the news from Papyrus (albeit a month and a half later, as you had asked him to keep quiet about it until he got to come home on his own. Papyrus had tried, he really did, but it slipped during a call when he said that he was waiting for you and Sans to come back from the hospital), he had actually canceled a show overseas to come straight home. You were touched by the show of affection from your flamboyant friend, though less than surprised at the activities that the visit would entail. The robot stretched and watched you from under his bangs as a woman gently rubbed your arms with something that smelled of peaches. You were losing weight fast, and he hated the pallor that always lingered on your face.
"Darling, I have a question"
"I might have an answer."
Mettaton rolled his eyes at your sarcasm and readjusted himself so he was facing you fully, delicately crossing his legs and leaning his chin on his hand.
"Will you be alright?"
You looked over at him in surprise. Usually he would be trying to fluff his conversations up, trying to pose questions discretely and carefully. His bluntness surprised you, and you did not answer right away, choosing instead to take a sip of the water that was close to you.
"Will I be alright? I'm not sure I-"
"Yes you do." His voice cut across yours easily "You know that we are all worried. You had so much trouble last time and... I worry."
You shrug your shoulders, ignoring the small sigh of annoyance from the woman who was trying to now wrap your arms in warm cloths.
"I'll be alright, Mettaton. At least for now. I worry more about mom and dad and Sans and everybody more. They are going to have to be the ones to deal with me when..."
You tap your temple pointedly, rolling your eyes around for emphasis. The robot pursed his lips in understanding, his eyes shifting away from your face. He had not seen you when you were at your worst, but he had heard tales from the others about the things they had heard through walls and closed doors. Deciding now seemed like a good time to change the subject, he reached out and touched your fried hair. It had grown brittle and dry and was beginning to fall out.
"I hate to say this, Gorgeous, but your hair-"
"Yeah, it isn't long for the world. I should just get rid of it."
"Well, when we are done here, why don't I take you to get it taken care of and then we can get some scarves or hats if you want them?"
You smile and nod, silently hoping you could get away with just a few small purchases, but remembering who you were talking to, you realize you might be out for a while. You close your eyes and listen to Mettaton talk, hoping that with a little rest and some luck, you could get through the shopping without incident. When you had gone with Papyrus to get groceries last week, you had to be carried home by the larger skeleton. You had been so full of energy that day, as you had been today, and you really should know better than to assume that you could go all day like you could before.
But you had to keep their memories of you happy.
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AN: Thank you for reading and reviewing. I am sorry I have not updated in a while, things have been keeping me rather... busy. I hope everybody had a wonderful Easter weekend and that today is as beautiful as bronze