Help...
‘Ow.’
That was the only thought that passed through Sans’ mind as he slowly regained consciousness.
His vision went from black to a lighter gray as he forced his eye sockets open.
Soon he could fully take in the world around him. First, he saw a black strip of cloth wrapped around his chest, and he could see that it was soaked with blood. Then he realized that he was surrounded by a big black… something.
He was resting his head on something warm and soft, but it wasn’t a pillow… he felt it rise and fall.
The thought hit him that he was in someone’s arms.
He lifted his hand with difficulty and felt the big black thing.
Feathers. Almost hard, black feathers.
Then he remembered everything that happened.
Nighthawk took a beating for him.
And God, was it brutal.
“N… Nighthawk?”
The wings spread a bit and he could see her face. The masked face he was dying to see fully.
“Yes?” Her voice was distorted and didn’t sound quite human. He stared at her for a moment, with a confused face.
She looked back at him with an expression that told him that she was worried about him and for a moment she looked befuddled. Then she said, “Oh! It’s just distorted. I’m fine.”
He looked away and around them. “Where are we?”
She sounded impatient. “At the hospital waiting for a nurse.”
Sans looked back at her. “Who are you?”
Nighthawk was looking in the sky and didn’t look back at him. “That is none of your concern.”
Well that was straightforward.
He looked at her eyes. They were blue, he could tell that much.
Nighthawk looked down at him again and asked, “Who are you? It would affect your safety if I know your identity. In fact, it could help a lot.”
“Sans.”
“Last name?”
“I don’t like people using my last name.”
“Very well.” she looked back up at the sky and there was a loud call of the ‘oh my god’ sort.
A young nurse ran up and knelt beside them.
“I am so sorry, these doors shouldn’t be locked! How long have you been out here?”
Nighthawk gently looked at her bare arm which ironically had a watch on the wrist.
“5 hours. He needs medical attention immediately.”
“Of course, of course!” The nurse gently helped Nighthawk up and Nighthawk still held Sans in her arms. She wrapped her wings around them since it was cold.
She looked at him as his vision began to go dark again.
“You’re going to be ok, Sans. It’ll be alright.”
Sans tried to keep her face in his sight as he lost consciousness.
“Hold on a bit longer…” her voice faded...
Blackness.
Dark as death.
Cold, sad…
Empty.