Sans woke up in a large bed in the master bedroom, his skull spinning dizzily as he tried to sit up. He flopped back down on the pillow, sighing. This couldn't be heaven. Everything hurt too much.

He looked down. His whole ribcage was bandaged. He raised a shaky hand to his chest, pressing lightly and wincing.

The sound of the door opening had Sans turning in that direction. "Oh Sans! You're finally awake!" Papyrus seemed to be close to tears with relief. "You've been out for two days! I was afraid you'd never wake up!" He sat on the edge of the bed next to the small figure.

Sans swallowed before looking back down at his bandaged ribcage again. It hadn't worked.. He was still here..

A trickle of tears began to make his way down his face, and then suddenly he was crying. He covered his mouth with his hands to fight his sobs. "Wh-Why? Why didn't y-you let me die?" His sobs shook his small body as he hiccuped over his words.

"If you care ab-about me like you claim to do, then why c-can't you grant me this one wish?" Luminescent tears rolled down his cheekbones. "I have nothing to live for. I don't want to exist in this world anymore. I don't want to keep living with all this pain."

Papyrus felt his soul break as he watched his brother dissolve into sobs. He had known that Sans had suffered, but not like this. He was so far gone that he wanted to take his own life. Papyrus hadn't even imagined that Sans's suffering would take him that far down that dark path.

There was nothing that Papyrus could think to say. So instead, he gathered up the small, broken skeleton into his arms and hugged him gently, rubbing his spine soothingly. The little figure in his arms hiccuped and shook, crying into his shirt. He stroked the top of his skull comfortingly, hoping he was somehow giving him some relief from his pain.