I'm finally back from vacation, so here's a new chapter for you guys!

Papyrus winced as pain erupted in his chest. When he opened his eye sockets, he saw that he was in some sort of log cabin. At the foot of the bed was a large, white, Pomeranian. It looked like the dog that tackled Ricky, but it was missing its armor. It was laying on top of Papyrus' scarf for whatever reason.

He tried to move, but he wasn't able to sit up. He looked down, noticing that he was wearing a white gown with blue polka dots. He poked one of his ribs, cringing afterwards as the pain flared from the touch. Doing that was bad idea!

Suddenly, the dog began to lift its head...although it was hard to tell where its head was. It looked over at Papyrus and started barking. It grabbed the scarf and dragged it over to Papyrus, making sure not to step anywhere near his chest.

"Oh, thank you!" Papyrus said as he accepted the scarf, placing it next to him. He started petting the dog on the head. "So you must be Greater Dog, right?"

Greater Dog barked happily as he started wagging his tail. He nuzzled Papyrus' hand as the skeleton started petting him, again.

"If it weren't for you guys, Ricky certainly would've killed me." The skeleton began to frown. He wondered if he did the right thing to spare Ricky, maybe he should've killed him when he had the chance? That way, he wouldn't have broken his ribs.

"Bark! Bark!"

"Oh, sorry," Papyrus said, shaking him head. "I didn't mean to worry you."

Greater Dog's ears perked up as he jumped off Papyrus' bed, running out of the room as quickly as possible. The skeleton gave him a confused look. "Wait, where are you going!?"

Greater Dog barked in response, though Papyrus had no idea what he was saying. Still, as grateful as he was for being alive, he wondered how Sans was doing. Was he alive, too? Was he even awake? He wasn't even sure. For all he knew, Sans could've fallen down, already.

Suddenly, Papyrus saw a tall poodle monster walking into the room, carrying a tray of food in her paws. He looked up at the poodle with a curious gaze. "Excuse me, ma'am?"

"Hm?" The dog tilted her head as she looked down at Papyrus. Her name tag said "Dogtor Puff".

"Um...where am I right now?"

"You're in Snowdin Hospital," Dr. Puff replied as she placed the tray on food of the bed stand. Googly eyes formed in Papyrus' eye sockets. "TH-THIS IS A HOSPITAL!?"

Dr. Puff gently placed a paw on Papyrus' skull as he winced, again. "Take it easy, all right."

"Y-yes, ma'am," Papyrus said quietly. "But I must ask...is my brother here, too?"

"He is, but..."

"But what?"

"Well..." Dr. Puff started to frown, her tail fell between her legs. "He was very close to falling when Undyne brought him in. And while he hasn't fallen down yet, he hasn't woken up, either. I'm doing the best I can to treat him, but I don't know if he'll be able to wake up, again."

"Oh..." Papyrus began to frown, "Well...do you think I'll be able to see him, again before he falls?"

"You might be able to," Dr. Puff said, "But for now, you just need to rest. All right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Dr. Puff patted the young skeleton on the head before she left. Papyrus wasn't sure how to feel, now. Was he sad? Was he worried? As far as he knew, it felt like a pit had formed in his non-existent stomach. He hated to admit it, but there was a good chance that he could lose his brother. Sure, Sans wasn't a perfect angel or anything, he didn't deserve this...nobody did.

Still, he wanted to spend some time with him before he turned to dust. Maybe then, he could set some things right. Even if Sans couldn't hear him, he was willing to apologize as best as he could. But for now, he needed more rest. While the idea of napping never appealed to him, this was probably the best option for him. Sleep always helped a monster heal quicker, so the more a monster slept, the faster a monster would heal. Heck, napping would even improve a monster's health for a short period of time...

...No wonder Sans liked napping so much.

Papyrus woke up startled as the door was suddenly kicked down. Undyne ran inside and practically tackled the chair next Papyrus. "Oh thank god you're all right, you really had us all worried!"

"Was it really necessary to break the door down?" Asked a familiar dog as she stepped inside. Undyne looked back at the dogs and shrugged. "I guess I don't know my own strength."

"Um...what's going on," Papyrus asked.

"Ever since Greater Dog told us that you were awake, Undyne wanted to rush in and see how you were doing." The dog gave Undyne a stern look. "Of course, she also ended up knocking people down like a bulldozer...again."

Undyne replied with a shrug. "Hey, nobody got hurt this time!"

"Well, you should still be more careful, next time. We don't have THAT many doctors to begin with!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Undyne said, looking away in embarrassment. "I'll try to be more careful."

"Excuse me!"

The duo looked down at Papyrus, who was looking up at the dog.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but have we met, before?"

"Well...you do SMELL familiar," said the dog as she began to remember something. "Wait, aren't you the young skeleton who led me to the spider bakery?"

"Oh, yes! NOW I remember," Papyrus replied.

"You've met Dogaressa, before?" Undyne asked. Papyrus nodded. "I did, but I wasn't aware that she was a guardswoman."

Dogaressa rubbed her arm, looking somewhat modest. "Well, I'm certainly not as strong as Undyne, I can tell you that much."

"Oh come on, you're probably the strongest dog I've seen down here!"

"Do you really think so?" Dogaressa asked, wagging her tail. Undyne gave her an odd look as she started petting the dog. "Um...of course you are!"

Papyrus began to frown. Usually when it came to strong monsters, Sans was the first thing that came to mind. Despite his own frailty, he was probably the strongest monster that he had ever known. But now, chances are that he's already dead.

Undyne nudged Papyrus, she gave him a look of concern. "Are you OK?"

"I-I'm all right," Papyrus mumbled. Undyne didn't buy it, she began to look more sympathetic. "You're worried about your brother, aren't you?"

Papyrus let out a deep sigh, he slowly nodded his head. "He's probably dead, already."

"No he's not," Dogaressa interrupted. Papyrus looked up at her, puzzled. "How can you tell?"

"Because I can still smell him from across the room," Dogaressa replied. Papyrus looked at Undyne with pleading eyes. "Do you think you could carry me over there?"

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Undyne replied. "You got hurt, and I don't want you to get any worse!"

"I'm a skeleton, it's not like I have any organs to worry about!" Papyrus argued, "Now please, I want to see my brother, again!"

Undyne replied with a shrug. "All right, but don't say I didn't warn ya!"

Papyrus clutched onto his scarf as he slowly got out of bed. Undyne guided him over to the other room where Sans was. From what Papyrus could see, magic was still leaking out of Sans' chest. He was hooked up to a machine that read how much magic he had, although he couldn't remember what it was called. He figured he would just call it the "magic scanner".

Undyne guided Papyrus into the room, allowing him to sit in the chair next to his brother's bed. Dogaressa followed the duo with a pillow in her paws. She handed it over to Papyrus. "You might want this, just in case your ribs start to bother you."

"Thank you," Papyrus replied as he put the pillow in his lap. He looked over at Undyne. "Um...would you two give us a moment alone, please?"

"Oh, sure," Undyne said as she guided Dogaressa out of the room. "I'll be outside if you need me!"

Once Undyne was gone, Papyrus looked down at Sans. He grabbed onto his brother's hand and gently squeezed it. He saw that a tube was going through his chest, which connected to an IV bag next to his bed.

"So how have you been doing?"

"..."

Papyrus lowered his eyelids. "I see that you haven't been doing too well, yourself!"

"..."

"...Maybe I can try to heal you, would that be OK?"

"..."

Papyrus' hand turned green as he tried to heal Sans, thinking that it would help get rid of Soul Sickness, somehow. Despite the pain in his ribs getting worse, he thought that Sans would be able to wake up if he did this. Unfortunately, the green magic started leaking through Sans' soul. Papyrus looked at the Magic Scanner, his stats read as followed.

ATK: 1

DF: 1

HP: 0.0001

While the medicine in the IV kept Sans from falling down, Papyrus wasn't sure how much longer it would work. And yet, looking at his HP, he saw that Sans was holding onto whatever magic he could get a hold of.

"Don't worry, dear brother," Papyrus said, gently. "If you ever wake up, then I promise that I, The Great Papyrus, will take better care of you. And if you don't wake up, then..." He shook his head, trying to fight back tears. "No, you can survive this! I refuse to believe that my brother would let an illness get to him!"

Sans' fingers twitched, it almost felt like he heard Papyrus talking. The younger skeleton took comfort in that thought. It was a small chance, but he hoped that Sans might be able to survive this. He began to smile, speaking in a more positive tone. "I know you'll live through this, Sans...I believe in you, after all!"

As expected, Sans didn't respond. Papyrus let out a deep sigh, he sat back down in his chair and ran his thumb over his brother's hand. He wasn't willing to give up on Sans yet, he HAD to get better no matter what.

Roughly an hour had passed, Undyne decided to peak into the room. "Papyrus?"

Papyrus was still sitting in the chair, resting his head in one hand while holding onto Sans' hand with the other. He looked like he was about to cry, though she couldn't tell if it was from Sans or from the broken ribs...or maybe it was both?

Undyne walked over to Papyrus, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "How about we go back to your room, all right?"

"But what about Sans?" Papyrus asked as he looked up at Undyne. The fish monster sighed, placing a hand on her hip. "He's not gonna go anywhere, all right?" She gently coaxed Papyrus to sit up, "Now come on, let's get you back to bed!"

"Yes, ma'am," Papyrus said formally. He looked down at his brother with a solemn look. He didn't want to leave his side so soon. A thought suddenly came into his mind, he took his scarf and gently wrapped it around his brother's neck. As important as the scarf was, he thought Sans needed it more then he did.

"You may borrow this until you get better. That way, you'll always be safe, and I'll be able to stay by your side." Papyrus began to frown, lowering his eyelids half way. "You WILL get better...right?"

"Come on, Papyrus!" Undyne said, impatiently. "You can see him again, later."

"Yes, Undyne!" Papyrus said as he slowly followed the fish out of the room. He quietly closed the door behind him, letting his brother sleep peacefully. He hoped that his brother could wake up, soon.