It's too Early for This
Pain.
That’s the first thing that registered once you regained conscious. Everything hurt, even opening your eyes. You just wanted to slip back into sleep again, but the pain refused to let you. Your barely focused gaze examined the room you were in, or what you could see without moving your head. It was mostly the ceiling, but you saw a humanoid figure to your right at least.
Even trying to talk hurt. You just wanted to ask for something to ease the pain. All you managed was a small whimper. It was enough to get their attention though. The chair they were sitting on clattered to the ground as they stood over you. You couldn’t see their face well, it was too dark. But their deep and comforting voice was able to identify them for you.
“oh god, you’re awake,” Sans sounded like he was about to cry, you tried your best to smile. More pain shot through your face, making you let out another whimper.
“just, sit tight, okay? heh, guess you wouldn’t be moving much anyways,” he laughed nervously, “be right back.”
You watched as he walked out of your sight. It was so quiet, you closed your eyes again, hoping it would help you feel at least a little bit better. There was muffled shouting from another room somewhere, too many voices to figure out who was there.
A while later, you didn’t know how long, the door opened again. Light flooded the room, which brought more pain. A pair of strong arms picked you up and set you in a sitting position against the wall on what you were laying on. Probably a bed. You looked up at Sans, who was smiling at you in concern. The light hurt even more now that your eyes were open again.
“think you can drink anything?” there was a mug floating next to him. You wondered how he was able to do that. After managing a small nod, he took the mug out of the air and held it to your lips. Most of the liquid ended up going down the wrong pipe, but the small bit you managed to actually get did help your throat. Not really anything else though.
“What happened?” your voice was small, barely above a whisper. It still hurt, but it was a little bit more bearable.
“you uh, got hit by a car,” he started, rubbing his face with a hand, “it was movin’ too fast. couldn’t stop it in time.”
“you’re pretty banged up, no broken bones though, that’s good. sorta had to take you out of your clothes to clean everything, Tori did most of that,” you noticed a blue hue spread across his face as he looked away.
“How long?”
“how long you’ve been unconscious?” you nod, “about a day. my bed must be pretty comfy.”
You nodded again, at least it wasn’t for a week. The last part took a bit to register, but once it did you were very ready to get up and move. Even though every muscle screamed in protest from the simplest movement. You let out a cry in pain when you lifted one of your arms.
“shouldn’t be movin’ so much,” despite sounding nonchalant, he looked worried when he saw how much pain you were in.
“here, lemme see if we have any pain killers,” he took the empty mug away, and was stopped by a hand reaching out to grab his sleeve. It hurt so much to move that way, you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from shouting along with your muscles. It didn’t stop the stream of tears that fell down your face.
“Don’t go,” you gave him a pleading look.
“how ‘bout i take you with? don’t think someone should cry just from moving.”
That idea had sounded better, if you did hear other people, you wanted to show them that you were fine. At least somewhat.
Sans scooped you up from the bed and carefully carried you bridal style over to the door. It made you incredibly embarrassed, but you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk. You mentally sighed - physically hurt too much - and leaned into him. He was pretty comfortable.
Undyne, Alphys, and Papyrus were sitting very tensely in the living room. All three perked up immediately when you and Sans entered.
They all clamored around you. It seemed none of them wanted to let you, so Sans set you down on the couch and went to find you something. You were bombarded with questions asking what happened, why you left, how much did you hurt, and oddly they were very curious about what it was like to be hit by a car. You avoided every ‘why’ question, you just didn't want to talk about it.
Being in a bright - and hurting - setting, you realized how much you got messed up. Your right arm was completely bandaged up, almost no skin showing. While your left arm must have not been that bad, it was still pretty covered too. The weight on your face also meant wounds. Both legs had way too many bandaids, and your torso felt pretty tight as well. Probably even more bandages.
You didn't date lift the t-shirt borrowed from Sans to see if you were right. One of the other reasons was because it was the only thing you were wearing besides your underwear. Luckily it was pretty big on you so his shirt did justice.
“So, when are you and Sans finally start dating?” Undyne gave you a grin as you blushed furiously.
“Wh-what?” you whisper, least painful way to talk.
“Both of you are obviously head over heels for each other!” she laughed, “you were either pretending you're single, or you were just oblivious to it.”
It almost looked like she was going to shove you, but she realized that wouldn’t be the best idea. You avoided her gaze, it was more close to the latter, but not entirely. Sure, you sort of guessed that he also felt the same towards you as you did him. You didn’t want to talk about it. The movie that was playing when you came in seemed more interesting. Undyne took the hint and turned her attention to the TV as well.
Staring at the screen hurt your eyes too much. You desperately wanted to be back in Sans’ quiet and dark room. Closing your eyes, you sunk into the comfortable couch. You stayed like that for a while, somewhat content.
Another weight pressed into the seat next to you and something warm tapped your cheek. With normal circumstances, you would jump and knock whatever the thing was away. You just made a surprised noise instead.
“you asleep already? and i just got you your medicine and food.”
Your lips upturned into a small smile as you turned to see Sans. You mouthed a ‘thank you,’ finding a mug and a pill bottle in his hands. Opening the bottle proved difficult, your grip was too weak. He chuckled and a blue aura surrounded the bottle, with the cap coming off soon after. You dropped two pills in your hand and took the mug in the other. After taking the painkillers - while being in a lot of pain doing so - you leaned back again, the warm mug still in your hands.
“Do monsters need stuff like this too?”
Undyne scoffed, “As if! Sans was just so worried he spent all day figuring out what you needed when you woke up.” she returned his dark smile with a smirk.
“Man you should’ve seen how panicked he got when he first brought you back!”
“UNDYNE WE WERE ALL PANICKING!”
You let out a raspy laugh, it was nice to be in such a laid back environment. Whatever it was you were drink was really helping your throat.
“O-oh yeah,” you start of slowly, “what happened to my outfit?” gesturing to his shirt you were wearing.
“h-heh, it got pretty torn up. Tori can fix your dress if you want,” he smiled, “we have soup if you want any, sorta made it in advance.”
You nodded and he got up again, taking your now empty mug. Undyne shot you another look, making you blush.
“Just make a move already!” she grinned, “Like this!” she snatched Alphys from her spot and the couch and planted a huge kiss on her mouth. Your response was to gasp and bury your face in your hands. Which brought pain shooting up your arms.
Note to self: Please stop moving so fast.
“how’re you supposed to eat if you cover your face like that?” you peeked up at Sans, standing in front of you. A steaming bowl of soup was in his hands and you slowly moved to grab it. Chicken noodle soup, how cute.
He sat down again next to you, watching you eat just as slowly as you moved, before turning his attention to the movie.
With the pain meds kicking in and your meal finished, you found yourself getting drowsy. Everyone besides you and Sans were asleep. The movie that was playing had long ended and the selection screen was displayed instead.
“How late is it?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
“‘bout 4 am.”
“Gosh,” you whispered, no wonder everyone else was dead tired. You could hear the exhaustion in his voice as well, “Guess we should sleep too.”
He hummed in agreement and pulled you into him so both of you were lying comfortably on the rest of the couch. You were on the inside, he held you tightly, but not tight enough to hurt. His blue face showed concern.
“it’s okay, right?”
“Y-yeah” your red face probably matched the intensity of his. After your heart calmed down enough to not kill you, you leaned into him, falling asleep shortly after.
Yeah, the two of you were probably madly in love, neither of you wanted to admit it just yet.