Saying Goodbye
The sun was bright today. Undyne sat at the foot of your bed, her scales paler then they had been in a long time, her good eye never leaving you. She listened to Alphys moving around in the kitchen. She was not sure how the yellow lizard woman could think of food at a time like this, but she didn't question it.
You had not opened your eyes for almost a week, and you were never left alone now, not even for a minute. It was too close to the end of this chapter of everybody's lives.
Undyne flipped her phone between her hands, trying to busy her hands. She was not made to be still, and she was even worse when she was upset. She stood with a sigh, stretching. She knew Alphys had said not to do anything but watch you, but she could not stay in one place unmoving for that long waiting for something.
"I'm going to, ah... to clear up in here, okay nerd?"
She smiled weakly at you, like you would respond to her. When you didn't, she started moving around the room, picking up a few bits of paper and the book that Papyrus had left abandoned on a stool after his visit earlier that day. He always insisted on reading to you. She was not sure you could even hear them when they talked, but she wasn't going to stop him. Anything to fill the silence, she supposed.
She paused at a photo that sat propped against the desk lamp that Mettaton had given you. It was shaped like him, of course. You had squealed with delight when he had given it to you, remembering it from your time in the Underground. It was dusty now, as was the picture. She was surprised that Toriel had not wiped things down in here, then decided that she would not have wanted to possibly disturb you.
The picture was from your last birthday, a riot of color. Everybody was crowded around you, smiling at the camera that had been passed to a stranger. Mettaton had the person take several different takes as he always insisted that he needed to pose differently. Finally, this picture happened. Undyne had lost her patience with the robot and held him down on the table by his hair, using her other hand to pin his pink shoulder to the table dangerously close to the cake that Toriel and Papyrus had spent ages on. You were looking away, eyes bright and hands over your mouth in a surprised laugh. Toriel and Asgore looked shocked and amused, the king lifting a hand to try to diffuse the situation with some careful words. Papyrus was laughing, leaning against Sans, who was grinning through his fingers beside you.
Beside that picture was another one from that night, snapped by Mettaton himself. You were standing in this one, even though by then your hips had been hurting you. You were not looking at the camera this time, the picture having been taken on the sly. You were taking a small wrapped package from Sans, the skeleton looking bashful and trying to look elsewhere and like he was not overly concerned with the gift he was giving you. You were smiling, like always. She wondered what had been in that box.
She spun on her heel when she heard a gasping choke. Your breathing had gone off, and every oddly spaced inhale made an odd noise in your chest. She shouted for Alphys to call your parents and as many people as she could, crossing the room in two long steps, grabbing you by the arm and leaning down to whisper in your ear.
"Fight, Frisk. Just fight for one more breath. Just let them get here first, okay?"
Your breaths continued.