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I don't own undertale or underfell. The rights go to the respective owners. This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only!
Warnings ⚠️ : sicknesses , blood, angst, hurt /comfort, spasm, swearing (my medical stuff are inaccurate so..), vomit,
You are in Part 1 :)
For part 2 press here :)
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Birds were singing. Flowers were blooming on days like this
The screaming of his brother woke him up.
"SANS GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!!"
That had become a routine, Sans got used to it. He sleeps, Papyrus calls him every morning by screaming at the top of his nonexistent lungs, etc etc.
However.
Today Sans had a terrible headache. His throat felt funny along with his breathing. His bones and joints ached. He groaned. He wanted to stay in bed all day but.. heh..that could not happen..
That terrible headache and dizziness blurred his vision. He held his skull and rubbed small circles trying to sooth the pain.
He held the end of bed and got up. His legs wobbled. He held the wall and exited the room.
Great..
Today is gonna be so great.
......
He slowly dragged his feet downstairs.
Whatever Papyrus was cooking it smelled good but he had no appetite.
The slightest smell made his nonexistent stomach feel funny.
He sat down at the table. He saw the food before him. He tried to eat a little. It was good but why did he feel like shit?
Papyrus was talking to him. ("SANS IF I SEE YOU SLEEPING ON YOUR POST AGAIN I SWEAR I'LL SPANK YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT ON THE SPOT! YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS IT IS! -SANS ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING! SANS?!")
Sans saw his mouth moving but couldn't hear the words.
"yes boss" his voice strained. Papyrus got worried. He looked at his brother concerned.
"SANS? I KNOW WE.. AREN'T SO CLOSE BUT.. ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" he asked. He had a feeling in his nonexistent gut. He was never wrong when his instinct screamed at him that something was wrong.
"y-yes..i... i..'ll just go to my post.. see you later boss.." his voice strained and hoarse.
His dizziness was getting worse. He managed to control it. He teleported.
Papyrus sighed. He's been trying.. To get close to Sans but.. He was pushing him away..
Sans arrived at his post.
This action turned out to be a terrible mistake. His whole body screamed at him.
He hugged himself and knelt on the snow. It felt kind of good in his burning body.
He couldn't work like this.. He laid on the snow face down. His hood over his head.
He was going home. To heck with it. He couldn't do shit with a state like this!
He teleport just a few steps away from his home. That's all his magic could do. He hugged himself and walked towards his home.
He saw his brother's back from the window.
«papyrus... brother.. help me..» he thought.
He began coughing. He laid there face down on the snow. Using whatever strength he had he dragged himself with tooth and claw.
He reached his door and tried to get up. He failed so he rested for a while. He laid his back on the door breathing heavily.
He gathered whatever little strength he had and got up. His body shaking. He opened the door, walked in and collapsed with his back on the door.
"SANS? IS THAT YOU! YOU ARE BACK A BIT EARLY DON'T YOU THINK?" Papyrus voice came from kitchen.
He crawled towards his brother but stopped halfway and laid there. His actions was futile. He was sweating.
Papyrus got worried but tried to hide it. His gut screamed at him that something was off!
He walked on the living room where the door is and saw Sans on the floor.
"SANS?! Y-YOU CAN'T NAP THERE YOU IMPECILE..!" yes, that's right. The tone in his voice was that of concern, worry and fear.
"....p-*choke* "
Papyrus heard choking sounds
Sans started shaking, coughing and bleeding from his mouth, nose and eyes.
He coughed and spat blood *cough hack ptu cough cough ngh rgh ngk ptu*
Papyrus ran at his side, eyes wide, soul beating like crazy
"SANS!!".
Sans sensed his brother "p-pap- *heavy cough, heavy cough, heavy cough* " he whispered but his voice was cut by a new fit of heavy coughing and blood.
Sans body went stiff and began shaking uncontrollably. His eyes rolled. Papyrus panicked. Sans was experiencing spasms. After 5 minutes it stopped abruptly.
Sans was struggling to breathe. His breathing was heavy. He grabbed his brother's scarf trying to take a little bit of comfort.
"SANS...?" Papyrus asked. His brother's eyes were unfocused.
"b..o...ss" He clenched his chest and groaned in pain. He turn away from Papyrus and he coughed more blood.
"I'LL CALL TORIEL" Papyrus said.
Papyrus dialed Toriel's number and waited. He reluctantly held sans hand gently. Sans didn't push him away.
"Yes? Papyrus?" a soft voice reached his 'ears'
"Toriel, it's Sans. He seems feverish, he coughs and he is bleeding.. I.. I.. Could you please come?" he asked, voice low.
Toriel agreed "Of course I'll be there as soon as I can" she said.
Toriel grabbed her things (herbs, magic potions, pills etc), she took her coat and ran towards their home as fast and undetected as she could.
Papyrus carefully lifted Sans up and walked towards the bathroom. He cleaned the blood from his face and removed his clothes. "so-sor...ry.. b-*cough cough hack *" he apologized but started coughing again.
"SANS! SHUT UP!" he said sternly yet softly.
Sans smiled weakly. He nodded. Papyrus used a cloth that was soaked in warm water and cleaned Sans's bones gently.
After that he dressed him in some soft light clothes and carried him in bed.
Sans tried to keep his eyes open. He failed. Everything ached. He clenched his teeth trying to control the pain.
Papyrus put a wet (soaked it in vinegar) piece of cloth on his forehead and rubbed with rubbing alcohol Sans's wrists bones.
Sans was burning up.. Papyrus cleaned the sweat from his brother's forehead.
"You haven't eaten anything, brother... I'll go and see what I can cook for you! Rest and... Do call me if you need anything".
Sans squeezed his hand gently.
Papyrus got up and left, leaving the door opened (slightly).
He went to the kitchen to cook something for him. «A broth will do».
Sans felt nauseous. He felt a burning sensation rising up in his sternum. He got up from his bed. His vision was a blur.
He tried to stand up and walk only for his feet to give up on his weight sending him on the floor. He groaned as excruciating pain exploded in his entire being.
He crawled towards the bathroom. Once in, he vomited more blood and magic. He slumped. Some tears ran down his eye sockets.
.......
Papyrus ascended the stairs. He opened his brother's room, only to find it empty.
He heard noises from the bathroom "SANS?"
He walked and found his brother vomiting blood and magic.
He rubbed soft circles in his back, once sans was done he slumped. He breathed heavily.
His bones began rattling, he was shaking. Papyrus touched his bones, his temperature had fallen quite rapidly.
He carefully lifted him and laid him on bed.
He had made some broth but he doubted Sans could eat it.
Sans's body went slack in his brother's arms. His breathing came in soft straining gasps. Papyrus got really worried. He eyed him.
Sans whimpered "it..hu..rt.s". Papyrus felt something in his soul cracking. "It's gonna be okay brother, Toriel is on her way" he laid him on bed and covered him with a blanket.
He was shaking quite a lot so he added some more covers.
"Co..ld...so..c-cold-d"
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END OF PART 1
It's a long Oneshot, so I'm gonna split it in 2 parts
