Warnings- Phobia of needles, anxiety

"Whoah there," Sans looked at you with a raised eyebrow bone. All he had done was tell you about a blood drive at the local church. Your breathing had automatically picked up, your ears starting to roar at the thought. "Are you alright?"

"N-n-needles aren't my thing…" You muttered, trying not to let your mouth turn up into a scowl. You and needles not having a good relationship was a mild was of putting it. When you were younger, a doctor who was very new to the field tried to give you a vaccination and missed several times – just one of the reasons why you hated needles.

"Oh jeez sorry kid." He said, shooting you an apologetic grin. You smiled back to let him know there were no hard feelings and turned back to what you were doing.

"Are you afraid of anything Sans?" You asked. You never knew the skeleton to be afraid of anything, but you figured there must have been something he was scared of. He thought for a moment, scratching the back of his skull.

"Hmm I'm pretty afraid of the dark. I get hella anxious if I'm stuck in a dark room or something. It's kinda dumb seeing how I'm literally a living skeleton but hey… we all have our reasons." He said, smirking as if his fear was something silly. You looked at him and realized that his fear had some real background. Imagine being forced underground where there isn't a sun, working in a lab for days on end… being forced into experiments and trapped in cages…

"It's not dumb." You said quietly. He hummed but didn't say anything else. He went over to the fridge and started digging through the various Tupperware containers.

"You want a left overs buffet?" He offered, pulling out twelve separate containers filled with various foods from the last week.

"Sounds good." You smiled, still feeling a little anxious.

"Now my child, I understand your aversion to needles, but your health is very important." Toriel had come over to convince you to get a flu shot. She tried explaining how the shot worked to keep you healthy, but you refused to open your door. You sat on your bed, a blanket over your bed and shaking. You would rather get sick than get the shot.

"Remember what happened last year?" Sans' voice joined Toriel's. You thought back and grimaced a little. "You did the same thing. Refused to get the shot, got sick, and spent almost a moth feeling miserable. The shot is scary, I get that, but it takes two seconds. Isn't two seconds of discomfort better than a month of feeling like trash?"

"It wasn't that bad…" You muttered, opening the door. Sans scoffed loudly.

"Not that bad huh?" He asked patronizingly. "Weren't you the one to be bedridden for two weeks? Another two weeks recovering? Feeling tired and crappy and gross for an entire month? All because you wouldn't trust us."

"It's not that I don't trust you!" you said quickly. You didn't want them to think this was their fault. You knew you said the wrong thing when his smirk grew.

"I never steered you wrong in the Underground, did I?" He asked, but you didn't feel the urge to agree or disagree. He took your silence as an agreement and continued. "Just trust me kid. You won't even feel it."

"I don't know…" You hesitated. Sans held out his hand with a warm smile.

"Just trust me. I'm only doin' this cuz I love you kid. And I would hate to see you sick for another month." He said, and you sighed. You gave him your hand, and in an instant you were at your local flu shot center. There were a few in various stores around the area, and they always tried to convince the people who walked past to get their free flu shot. Not many people went through.

"Sans I change my mind." You whispered in horror. Sans took your hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Are you ready?" The woman running the station came over. She had a warm face and made you feel a little more comfortable. You hesitantly nodded once and she smiled. "There's nothing to be nervous about. It'll hurt for a second, but I always say a second of pain is worth preventing weeks of recovery."

She led you around a temporary curtain to a doctor's table. She gestured for you to sit on it, while Sans stood next to it. You heard the woman doing something to your right and tried to look but felt your head frozen in place. Your eyes met Sans', who was giving you a sheepish look.

"Just look at me kid. It you look over there you'll just psyc yourself out and get even more scared." He said and you tried to smile back. Your hands started shaking and you thought you were going to throw up on your lap.

"Here, let me see your arm," The woman said. You slowly put your arm out, that threat of vomit growing more and more realistic by the second. Sans placed his hand on your other arm, right below the elbow. "On the count of three, okay? One… Two… Three."

As she said three, Sans pinched your arm painfully. You yelped and scowled at him, taking your arm away from his touch.

"See? That wasn't so bad was it?" He said, putting his hands in his pockets and grinning. You looked at him confused but understood when you felt the woman putting a bandage on your other arm. Sans had distracted you at just the right time in order for you to not be afraid of the shot.

"All done! You did great," The woman smiled at you, and you felt better. "Here, we have some candy you can pick from if you'd like. Now, you may feel a little sickly for a day or so, but that's just your immune system doing its job." She explained, holding out a bowl of lollipops and fun sized packets of candies to choose from. You nodded and took a skittles pack. Sans thanked the woman and teleported you away.

"How was it?" Toriel asked as you went into the kitchen. You shrugged, not wanting to talk about it.

"They did great," Sans said with a lazy grin. "I gave 'em a pinch and they didn't even notice the shot."

"I'm so glad," she said, pulling you into a hug. "I feel so much better knowing you will be illness free this winter. Now, I must leave. Asgore is coming over to dinner with a few of the children from the orphanage and I have to make some sweets."

"See ya Tori." Sans said, waving and going back to whatever he had been doing a second before.

"Kid, what are you doing?" Sans asked as you pulled him into your basement. It was finished, but no one really went down there other than for storage. You had transformed it though, and was ready to show off the finished product. You settled him down on a beanbag, ignoring his questions. You went over to the wall and flipped off the light. You heard him gasp, and listened as his breathing began to pick up a little, but you had a plan. Flipping on another switch, the stars came on. You wired little lights in the shape of your favorite constellations.

You went over to Sans and sat next to him on the chair. You took his hand and pointed to the ceiling, naming the shapes in the fake sky. You felt him gradually relax until he was able to ask you questions about the stars. Eventually he asked you a different kind of question.

"Why did you go through so much work for me?" He asked. "You could have just taken me out to see the real stars when they came out."

"You don't seem to mind night time, because it's a gradual darkness. Darkness like this is completely different. I figured it would be best to help you become comfortable in this kind of darkness first. Now, whenever you're afraid, just think of this moment and you won't be afraid anymore. Because you have me, just like how I have you." You gave his hand another squeeze, which he returned.

"You really are something else kid." He said softly before turning his attention back to his own personal sky.

Now that the holidays are (kinda) over, I'm hoping to write a little more. Thank you everyone who reviews and favorited and followed and who just care about this whole crazy thing I'm doing! I hope you had a good holiday, whatever holiday you celebrate!

So I've had this written for a few days and I kept forgetting to post it… whoops? I'll hopefully have at least one more before my break ends!

Until next time~

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