Your lips were chapped and not so plump as he remembered. The lightness making the dark circles under your eyes much more prominent. The pricks in his sockets flickered over your form, taking in every bit of detail old and new. He did allow himself to rush over to your side, taking your hand in his and surprising you from your thoughts. When he opened the door and saw you laying back against the hospital bed, he nearly broke down, the one thing he didn’t want to do. Like the building tension as you near the end up a high climb on a roller coaster, except this was no joyful suspense that elicited excited screams.įeeling the cold knob against his bony palm, Papyrus made the action of gulping trying to push back the shakes and speeding hum of his soul to a calm. As he neared your room, Papyrus felt his soul fill with uncertainty and fear in seeing you. Frisk understood and silently watched along with the others as the waiting room door had come to a close behind a red cape. Toriel held the young child back, speaking calmly to let him see you alone. When said skeleton had returned, it was now Papyrus turn to go.įrisk placed a delicate hand over his clenched fist, a silent offer to go with him. He wished there was something more he could do, but right now all Sans could do was offer his presences. Anyone could tell the devastation dealt by this unfortunate circumstance, but Sans was the only one to see just how much of an impact it had. His brother was the last to go before him, wanting to stay by his side and offer as much comfort as he could. While his friends had told him to go see you first, he insisted on waiting to go last. The doctor had murmured an apology before informing him that he may now see you, then another apology, and left. Papyrus hands fell beside his red shorts, every bit of energy and hope draining from his very being. (A/N: I gotch’ya bruh *cracks knuckles* order of angst comin’ right up!!) Originally posted by shortcut-to-wonderland
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