Saying Goodbye
Chapter 8
Something is wrong.
You tried to follow the movements of the people in the house, but they seemed to flicker between too moving too slow or too fast. Their mouths moved, but the sounds that came out didn't make sense. The words garbled and overlapped each other. The tangled noises made your head hurt. The figures turned to face you, one tall, one short, one with red hair. You couldn't remember their names.
You didn't know them. You were alone with strange people in a place you can't recognize. You were getting scared.
"hfuaeifphu. Fhaefh uiah auhe terr?"
You shrink back from the one that spoke, holding it's hand out toward you. You were afraid to move, you knew how much it would hurt, and you were already in so much pain...
The hand came closer and caught your arm and pulled at it, trying to free it from the blanket that was wrapped around you. Tears sting your eyes and you try to pull away, the white-hot pain flaring in your joints causing you to make a sound low in your throat, somewhere between a sob and a groan.
"Frish? Hfuah iu wahef? Friish!"
Now the taller figures were coming at you, reaching toward you, their mouths forming the nonwords as they came, the sounds overpowering the other's attempt to get you to respond to it. You feel your stomach pitch and roll and bile rose in your throat. As you vomited in your pain, you tried to tell them to leave, to stop touching you, that you didn't know them. They seemed to be answering you, but you didn't know.
Suddenly you were being lifted, and the pain became too intense. You scream and cry and thrash, causing yourself nothing but more pain as your fear grows. You don't know what is happening.
You don't know why they are hurting you.
…...
"Brother, what do I do?"
Papyrus was holding your struggling body as gently as he could, his eyes casting around the apartment for somewhere to set you down. You had fallen asleep on the way home and had roused while Sans was filling Undyne in on your status. You had vomited just in time for a weak pun, and Sans tried to joke about how his humor not being THAT terrible. Then the groaning started.
His bones went paler and he quickly unlocked the door. He had to be quick if he wanted to get you inside before things got too bad, but when he saw Papyrus sprinting up the sidewalk with you in his arms, shrieking every step, he knew there was going to be no stopping it. The best thing to do was get you inside and into bed, then you two could just wait it out, like you always did in the past.
'"Bedroom, Paps. Just get her in there, I will take care of the rest."
Papyrus wasted no time getting you into the bed, then looked around, again unsure of what to do. He wanted to help, but he was not sure what would help and what would cause you further distress. Finally, he decided to try to get a different shirt on you, seeing as you had gotten sick on the one you were wearing.
"Human, I cannot help you if you keep trying to squirm away!"
"Papyrus, stop. You should go."
Sans was already beside you two, tilting his head back as an elbow sailed past in front of his eye, then with speed born of practice, had the shirt up and over your head and in a basket in the corner.
"Sans, I want to help..."
"You can help by getting out of my way. Please, we can figure out something later if you want to help take care of her, but for now just let me get her situated. Go talk to Undyne, I will be out."
He watched the younger skeleton deflate a bit and walk slowly out the door, being sure to close it behind him. He did not intend to snap at Papyrus, but he just wanted to get you quieted down enough so that you could be left alone for a few minutes and just so damn tired...
He had been dreading the day that the confusion started again. The pain days he could handle, but the confusion scared him the worst. He did not like who you became when you were like this, and he knew he could not let Papyrus be around you like this.
Some days, he hated being a caretaker.