Laying in bed, the room was lit up in a dim glow, little specs of dust danced in the midnight air above the still awake skeleton. His eye sockets peeled wide open, he stared at the dancing specs. They looked almost like stars painted onto the pale blue ceiling, shining when the moonlight hit them just right. Sans sighed and raised his hands into the air, letting them mingle with the specs of dust. He watched in wonder for a while, in wonder how something so beautiful could be overlooked every day. Something that only takes a few moments to see, a painted beauty. Maybe only those that are so bored as to look for it, can see it.

He took a deep breath and slowly let his hands fall. Resting on his chest, a note placed there, resting just below his hands. The same note Outer had left for him. Sans yawned tears building up in his eyes from all the times he's yawned. He shook his head and closed his eyes, focusing on the throbbing in his leg. Sans' head began to spin slowly, he sighed, his medication was kicking in. He just wishes his medication would kick in when his insomnia wasn't such a problem.

Sans opened his eyes the room spinning around him, his stomach began to churn with the spinning sensation. Sans rolled over onto his side and groaned; he pushed the note away from him afraid to ruin it. Another night alone and miserable, if only Paps could spend the nights here, but he doesn't want him to sleep in a chair the whole time. Sans sighed and took a deep shaky breath. He could already feel a bail bubbling up the back of his throat making his burn, his face scrunched up in discontent.

He reached for the bedpan sitting on his bedside table, a soft pressure built upon the bridge of his nose, slowly pushing down on his face. He heaved in a breath before it could rush out with the bail that had been sitting in the back of his throat. Not even a moment later he was forced to throw up the contents of his late-night dinner once more. He gripped onto the bedpan, leaning over the side of the bed. He heaved in a shaky breath, coughing his body shook, his rib cage wracked with coughs. He panted softly and closed his eyes; he took a moment before he set the bedpan back down on his bedside table.

Sans shook his head slowly, he stayed resting off the edge of the bed, he could suddenly feel the weight of thousand worlds crashing down on him. He groaned softly, his body felt weak and weighed down. He didn't dare open his eyes again in fear of throwing up to the spinning room around him.

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The hallways were dimed with badly placed fluorescent lights, giving the long hallway a creepy feeling. Despite the calm and welcoming decor, the flickering and dimed lights gave way to the creepy feeling. The taller skeleton rubbed his arms with his gloved hands and sighed, looking around the corridor as he walked. He stopped at a familiar glass door; the curtains drawn to keep any peering eyes out. He took a deep breath and gently tugged at his scarf, it almost felt like it was choking him, but he very well knew it was just the nerves.

He shook his head and reached for the cold, metal door handle, grabbing it gently as though it may shatter. He pushed the door open slowly, guiding himself in the small room. He looked over to the bed placed neatly in the center of the room, a few chairs, and monitors surrounding the bed. "Sans?" His soft voice rang out in the quiet room, he sighed when he got a groan in response. He slowly walked over to the bed, he wasn't even fazed by the sight of his brother, it was almost common to see the medication affect him this way. He reached out to his brother and slowly picked him up, cradling his body against his chest.

Sans didn't bother to open his eyes, clearly, he already knew who it was just from the voice. "Hey...Paps." His voice sounded hoarse and scratchy; Sans was quick to lean his head against Papyrus' fluffy sweater. Papyrus sighed and slowly walked around to the other side of the bed, shifting his brother in his arms gently, he cradled him with one arm. Slowly he reached out for his IV and mobile monitor stand. He gave a gentle tug and the two stands followed him, Papyrus smiled softly at this and pulled them with him as he walked to the bathroom built into the room. He gently pushed the door open with his foot, the moonlight quickly flooding into the room, giving it a soft glow.

Papyrus slowly walked into the room dragging the stands with him, he slowly sat down on the cold tile floor. The toilet sat in front of them the sink built into the nice counter next to the toilet. The rest of the room was empty besides a slight bit of decoration and a half-full trash can. Papyrus gently set Sans in his lap letting his brother rest against him, he reached for the roll of toilet paper, plucking a few sheets of toilet paper from the roll he wiped off Sans' face cleaning him up a bit. "There we go," He whispered in a soft voice, Sans pushed his face into the fluff of his sweater his chest heaving with a deep breath. Then shaking with the coughs that wracked him shortly after.

"...It hurts..." Sans whimpered into his brother's chest, his body shaking against him, Papyrus just nodded and reached up to a small monitor attached to his heart monitor. He pressed a small arrow two times, the small double-digit number raising by two.

"I know...I know.... just...wait for the morphine to kick in..." He whispered slowly wrapping his arms around his brother. Hugging him ever so gently, he leaned his head back and looked at the darkened ceiling. He should have been here every night, but he didn't want to add to the guilt Sans already felt. But he looked back down at the shaking skeleton in his arms, his hospital gown clung to his now sweat covered bones. His brother's wellbeing mattered more than his guilt at this very moment. Getting Medic to let him stay the nights wasn't easy, the silly skeleton was convinced letting Sans sit alone would help.

Papyrus smiled and shook his head, no, his brother needed him, so he'll stay with him through it all. He flinched slightly at the sound of heaving, quickly but gently he moved Sans to the toilet, giving him the time, he needed to hug the toilet bowl for dear life. Papyrus sighed and rubbed his brothers back whispering reassurance to him. Papyrus paused when his brother looked up at him, tears covering his sickly face.

"It hurts! ...I-...I d-don't want...to do this...anymore Paps!.. I hate it!" Sans' scratchy voice seemed to raise in pitch as he sobbed, sweat stuck to his skull like glue, his face was pale, paler than any skeleton he's seen. The dark circles under his eyes seemed to deepen, his chin was covered in saliva from dry heaving all this time. "I-I can't do it...it hurts t-to much...I...I... can't." He whispered his head slowly falling to rest on the edge of the toilet seat.

Papyrus frowned softly, he reached his gloved hand out to his brother's head, resting his hand on his skull he wiped away some of the tears and sweat sticking to his face. "I know...it's okay." He whispered it was all he could think to say. His brother was basically pleading for something to stop... and he can't take it away. He can't, he can't make it stop, he can't help him, he can't cure him. He CAN'T do ANYTHING. "I-I know..." He whispered in a shaky voice, tears gathering in his eyes. He slowly brought his brother to his chest again, hugging him gently and slowly rocking back and forth.

Papyrus looked up keeping the tears from sliding down his face, he felt almost, aged by this, as if his brother being sick was taking away years of his life... the stress, oh god the stress. He took a deep breath, he knew coming here would hurt his soul, but his brother needed him, and he can't ignore that anymore.

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A few hours passed by and Sans' quiet, tearful requests never seemed to come true, only greeted with soft 'I know's' and gentle hugs. Slowly the room grew quiet and eventually peaceful. Papyrus held his brother to his chest, looking up at the bland ceiling. He was afraid to move, he didn't want to wake up Sans, he didn't want to see his pained face again. He was grateful he had fallen asleep as is. Papyrus sighed and slowly closed his heavy eyes; guess he'll be sleeping here for the night.

The room was dimly lit with the soft glow of moonlight, specs of dust dancing softly down the streams of light. Yet, this time there was no one to watch, no one to see their silent dance. The room seemed to calm at the lack of motion, almost like it was settling around them. Papyrus sighed, it felt as though the world was settling a warm blanket around them.

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The sun seeped through the open window, giving the room a warm glow, the orange hue lighting up the room just right. Giving everything a peaceful and comforting feeling despite the sadness that seemed to loom over the hospital room. A bony hand settled on the cold metal handle of the glass door; light poured from the cracks in the blinds. He just hoped he wasn't intruding, but he did leave a note so maybe Classic already knew he would be here. Maybe he was already awake waiting for him to come into the room already. But what if he was asleep? Should he leave or wait?

The skeleton looked at the door in worry for a moment, he took a deep breath and shook his head free of doubts. He slowly pushed the door opened and entered the large hospital room, he looked around, it's been a while since he's been here. He walked up to the empty bed; the blanket tossed to the side carelessly. The pillow fallen to the ground along with a sheet of paper. A monitor and an IV stand missing from the place he last remembers seeing it. He looked at the scene in worry, had something happened to Classic? He slowly fixed the bed, trying to ignore the wretched scent in the room, it smelled like rotten food. He looked around the room, spotting a bedpan on one of the bedside tables. He walked over to and quickly covered his nose as the smell got stronger. He sighed and picked up the bedpan, he walked to the open bathroom.

He blinked in surprise seeing two familiar skeletons laying in the bathroom floor, the taller skeleton had wrapped himself around the smaller skeleton sitting in lap. He sighed and walked over to the toilet pouring the contents of the bedpan into the glass bowel. He flushed it down and set the bedpan in the skin washing it out. He glanced at the skeletons when he heard a small groan. The taller skeleton shifted and groaned, reaching up his gloved hand and rubbing his neck.

Papyrus looked up and paused at the sight of the skeleton, "Outer? What are you doing here at this hour?" he glanced outside the bathroom door and squinted at the sight of the bright glow of the sun. He glanced back at Outer in tired confusion. 

"I was gonna talk to Sans for a while, I wrote him a note that I would visit him today, or rather this morning. But as you can see, he's still asleep... I fix the bed if you'd rather sleep there, I mean you seem uncomfortable on the ground, so I just figured." He scratched the back of his neck and sighed, he turned the facet off and left the bedpan to dry in the skin. He adjusted his rolled up black sweater sleeves, white spots speckled about on the sweater. His wash blue jeans suit his black sneakers as well.

Papyrus look at the skeleton for a moment and sighed, he shifted slightly and gently shook his brother. "Sans, it's time to get up, let's move to your bed." He whispered in the softest voice Outer had ever heard come the skeleton. He smiled as Classic shifted in his brother's arms, but that smile quickly dimmed seeing his sate, tear stained cheeks, messy hospital gown, a pain expression, black rings under his eyes. He looked away and stepped out of the bathroom.

He heard the soft muttering coming from the bathroom before the two skeletons stumbled out. Papyrus came out first then Classic cling to his brothers' sleeve, Classic seemed to limp as he walked, his face was scrunched up, he raised his hand and blocked out some of the sun light. He smiled slightly and followed them, sitting in the chair next to Papyrus. He watched Sans climb into the bed slowly and flop onto his side, his IV and monitor was miss, no longer connected to him.

Outer looked around and got up, walking back to the bathroom out spotted an IV stand and a monitor pushed into the corner. He sighed and shook his head, grabbing both the stands he walked into the hospital room once again and placed them back into the corner where they belonged. He looked down at Classic, he smiled when he saw the tired skeleton look up at him in silent surprise.

"Hey Classic, long time no see..." He whispered; he could feel the tension building as he spoke those words. His chest tightened and he looked away, he fumbled with the cords of the two stands and gently grabbed Sans' right hand. "S-sorry, I just...let's just get you hooked back up..." He whispered stumbling over his words as he spoke, he was very gently when he hooked Sans back up to the two stands. He seemed to know what he was doing and made sure he was never hurting Sans or pulling his arm to hard.

Sans watched in wonder at this new side to Outer, well it wasn't new, he knew this Outer very well. This side of him had just faded of the years, Classic looked away from his ex, his tired eyes landing on his hand, how had Outer known to do that? To put the IV in his hand and wrap it up. Much less as to where those things were located in the hospital room. Classic tried to ignore the building tension in the room, but it didn't seem to do much to help the situation. 

"So, what brings you here Outer, besides wanting to meet with my brother." He broke the silence and smiled at the two. His smile was strained and tired anyone could tell he didn't want to deal with drama right now. Outer smiled back and scratched the back of his neck once again, he looked at Classic for a moment and then back at Papyrus.

"I was here to talk to Medic, mainly I came here to meet with Classic, but on the way, I stopped by Medic's office. We talked about a few things, and he taught me the basics to help take care of Classic. That's why I was slightly late, but thankfully that didn't seem to matter as you guys were asleep." Outer quickly explained himself, he sat down in the chair next to Papyrus once again. He folded his hands and placed them in his lap. He looked down at the ground, he seemed conflicted for a moment. Outer sighed and looked up at Sans, he looked guilty and rather upset. "Classic, I've been thinking...since our last conversation... I left a few notes here, well two to be exact... I just. I'm so sorry, I know that's not enough to take back what I said...but maybe, just maybe, could you forgive...one more time. I know it's asking a lot. I just-" Sans shushed him sighed, as Outer trailed off.

He shifted in the bed and fixed the pillow below his head, he took a deep breath, he could already feel his pain meds kicking in again. He looked at Outer, scanning him from head to toe, he could see the skeleton looked obviously tired. He sighed and shook his head, "...Okay...I'll... forgive you." Sans spoke softly in a cracked voice; he didn't expect Outer to light up at those words. Nor did he expect the tears that suddenly started to fall from his eyes. He sat up slightly in surprise. Outer held up his hand and laughed softly wiping his tears away.

"No, no... don't, I'm fine, sorry... I just didn't expect you to forgive me is all... I- God." He whispered and looked down at the ground again, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. He smiled and shook his head, "I don't deserve it." He whispered, he blinked when Papyrus spoke up.

"You don't and you never will until you make it right. Sans told me about what happened, I understand being scared Outer, but that does not give you the right to be selfish. I hope this time alone has taught you that lesson. I expect you to do better from now on, but don't expect us to trust you all over again." Papyrus was starting to speak like Toriel, she must be rubbing off on him. He shook his head and smiled at Outer. "Then again, thank you for the time you did support my brother." He gave Outer a soft pat on the back, Outer could only look up at the skeleton in shock. 

"I-... I understand. I will try my best to fix everything." He smiled and wiped the remaining tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked at Sans who sighed and laid back down, Outer gave him a small smile which was returned. "Thank you for giving me this chance."

Sans rolled his tired eyes, "Your welcome." he whispered in a soft hoarse voice. Classic took a deep breath and yawned, he slowly closed his eyes. Outer smiled and leaned back in the hospital chair, he wasn't going anywhere. He looked up at Papyrus who had his eyes fixed on his brother. He might as well catch up on everything while he's here. He took a deep breath, he goes nothing.

"Hey Orange, can you tell me, what's been going since I've been gone?"