Previously

"I'm so glad you're okay...!" He squeezes me in his hug.

I feel a tear prick the corners of my eye as I smile. I close my eyes, the tear seeping out and running down my cheek.

"Me too, PJ..." I hold him tight, "Me too..."

Now

PJ's POV

"Happy Early Valentine's Day, Angel Eyes..." I clutch the small bouquet of red and white roses tightly.

Valentine's Day is tomorrow and I was really looking forward to spending a day with her. However, it seems that she wouldn't be waking up any time soon. When she does, I'll make sure to do something special for her. She deserves something nice after the things she's been through.

I set the flowers down on the nightstand, pull up a chair, and start talking as if she were listening. If someone were to walk into the room, they would've thought I was insane.

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(Y/N)'s POV

For the first time in a long while, I feel optimistic! Is this what determination feels like? I feel so alive! Alive, but tired. Really...really tired. That's my consequence for being paranoid 24/7.

However, I'm no longer paranoid and I no longer despise this place with my former fiery passion. Don't get me wrong, I still dislike it but only to a certain extent. I can actually handle this.

Thank God for that.

Speaking of sleep, I feel like I could just fall asleep. Maybe if I just lay down for a bit...

"(Y/N)?"

Oh. Nevermind.

I get up and turn my head, seeing PJ standing there, "Yeah?"

"Happy Early Valentine's Day," he smiles softly and sits cross-legged next to me.

"Valentine's Day? How long is that?" I mumble a few numbers and count on my fingers, "Two weeks?"

"You've been in a coma for two weeks," he confirms.

"That's a pretty long—" I put a hand over my mouth as I feel a yawn manage to escape, "time."

"You tired?"

"Unfortunately, yeah," I wipe away a few tears from my watery eyes.

"Here," he straightens out his legs in front of him.

"What?"

He pats his lap, "I mean, if you're tired, take a nap."

"Oh no no no. If you're here, I should stay up and talk. These times are my only opportunities to talk to someone," I insist.

After going back and forth for a while, he eventually won the argument after I yawned a second time.

I give in and lay down on his lap. It's comforting. Maybe a little awkward but comforting nonetheless.

I can feel him pick up a few strands of my hair and play with it. Admittedly, it feels really nice and relaxing. I involuntary chuckle, causing him to freeze.

"Sorry—" he quickly apologizes and lets go of my hair.

"Sorry for what? Playing with my hair? If that's what you're concern about, I don't mind it."

"You don't?"

"It feels nice. Why would I be opposed to that?"

"If you say so," he picks up my hair again and combs it gently with his fingers.

I close my eyes and feel myself drifting away more and more.

"Good night, PJ..." I mumble before falling into unconsciousness.

"Sleep well, Angel Eyes," he replies back.

It feels like I'm free-falling, my backside a bit cold from the wind and the breeze blowing my hair up. A steady but slightly alarming beeping fills the space around me. It's really loud...

I stir awake from my slumber, blinking my eyelids a few times to get rid of the heavy feeling. Instead of seeing the normal but boring black void I was in, I'm met with a blinding white light and the additional sweet fragrance of flowers.

I try pushing myself up in a sitting position to observe my surroundings only to find that all my limbs ache with exhaustion. I give up on that and resort to looking without moving.

It seems I'm in a hospital of some sort. An IV needle is stuck in my arm, the needle injecting some sort of red fluid into my body. The liquid in the IV bag looks too thin to be blood, so I can only assume it's determination.

There are bandages on both of my forearms wrapped up to my elbows. They look fresh like they've been changed a few hours ago.

Additionally, a patch is stuck to the middle of my chest with a wire sticking out from over my hospital gown connecting to a heart monitor on my left side.

On my right side is a nightstand made out of a very pretty white wood. On it is an empty picture frame and a small bouquet of red and white roses with a small piece of cardstock in it. The writing is too small for me to see from my distance.

Above that, hanging from the wall is a small machine with an extension cord attached to a cylindric object with a red button on top. The machine has a green button with the word "call" on it.

With much trouble, I try and sit up with all the determination I have despite my aching body. After two minutes of struggling, I only manage to sit up.

I extend my arm to grab the first call button with little to no success. I can barely hold my arms in front of me without immediately dropping them the next second.

I sigh and put my arm down after numerous attempts to reach the button. The doctors will come in soon anyway.

I lean back on the bed frame and turn my head to my left to the nearest window. The sunlight is shining through the window and seeping through gaps of the white curtains. They don't block out light very well anyway. It seems like a sunny afternoon from the way the sun is positioned in the sky.

I simply stare through the window and admire the view outside when a nurse walks in. She freezes for a moment, sticks her head into the hallway to call someone's name, and rushes to my side.

"(Y/N)! You're awake, how are you feeling?" She checks me up and down before going through my profile on a nearby computer.

"Tired..." My speech slurs from whatever medication they had me on before. I didn't realize how dry my mouth was until I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Any pain?"

"Noo..." I drag the word out a bit, still feeling a bit ditsy and scatterbrained.

"Why didn't you reach for the help button?" She gestures towards the nurse call button above the nightstand.

I chuckle softly to myself before responding, "Can't reach."

She doesn't react to it and continues tapping away at her computer, "Dr. Darryl will be with you shortly, alright?" She closes the window and turns to me.

I nod a yes and she scurries out of the room, probably to help other patients.

Not long after she leaves, a male doctor, who I can only assume to be Dr. Darryl, enters.

"(Y/N). Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes." I pause, "No."

A striking headache makes me stop and change my answer. Scratch that, it's more of a migraine than a headache. It feels like my brain is pounding against the inside of my skull, desperately trying to find a way to escape.

"Where does it hurt?"

I rub the side of my left temple and squint my left eye in reaction to the pain.

"Headache?"

"Bad..."

"I don't think it would be too safe to give you any more medication. Do you think you'll be okay without it?"

Despite being in pretty bad pain, I nod. I don't want him to trouble him further.

"We are trying to get ahold of your guardians right now, so they can at least visit you."

'Maybe I can still talk with PJ. Was he really real? Didn't he say it was Valentine's Day?'

"What..." A particularly hard hit to my head stops me for a second, "D-Day...?"

"I believe it is the 14th of February. Valentine's Day."

'So he was right...'

"T-Thank you.."

"How much do you remember on that day?"

"I remember um...not a lot. But I remember using...p-pills? Pills to end my life. T-That's all."

"Do you remember what day it was when you did it?"

"Was...was is January 31st? I t-think?"

"Yes. We still might need to do an MRI scan to make sure that that overdose didn't do any further damage to your brain," he takes out a small stack of sticky notes and a black pen. He scribbles a quick note on it then proceeds to put it away.

"Your guardians will be here soon, so just sit tight and rest. I must get back to some other patients, but if you ever need anything, use the nurse call button, alright?"

I nod and start fiddling with the hospital wristband on me. He smiles gently and leaves the room, the door handle closing with an almost-silent click.

I raise my arms above my head, sit up straight, and stretch, noticing my spine crackling with every movement. I take in a deep breath of air through my nose, smelling the faint sweet fragrance of roses beside me, and yawn.

I let my arms fall to my side and turn my head towards the flowers. I gradually extend my arm to reach for the cardstock paper, successfully doing so.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Angel Eyes! Sending my love to you from Earth to the black space. I really hope you wake up soon to join me. Hugs and kisses. Sincerely me, PJ."

'He's so sweet and considerate," My lips curl into a small smile and I let a puff of air escape me, "I hope he means what he writes."

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PJ's POV

Spending Valentine's day alone is real fun.

I can't help but feel a little jealous of my friends. They're so happy while I'm sitting here moping. Of course, I'm happy for them, but I wish she were here to join me.

I walk out of the school, head down and spirits low. The sun shines brightly in contrast to my pessimistic mood. I take out my phone to disable silent mode only to have it ring a second later.

"Papa?" I speak on the phone. Why would he call me at this time?

"Wait outside school! We're going to the hospital!" he practically demands.

"Wait, WHAT!? Did something hap—" he hangs up.

"What the hell!?" I shout, staring at my phone.

I pace back and forth as I wait for the car to show up. I feel the sweat on my palms and my heart rate rising quickly. I send a quick text to someone, my hands shaky and quivering.

'What could have happened to her!? Did she... No! No no no! She couldn't have. She fell asleep in the black space, didn't she? Is that how...? Oh my Asgore! I should have never insisted on it! It's my fault! All I ever do is hurt her... I've hurt her so much... And now she's...she's just gone.'

The car pulls up in the front and I climb into the backseat seat with no hesitation. I take off my backpack and put on my seatbelt. It feels like a boulder is resting on your shoulders. All the guilt is weighing down on me at once and I'm not strong enough to stay upright.

Dad and Papa are having a conversation in the front seat, but their words are all jumbled and drowned out by my thoughts. I just can't shake the feeling of overwhelming despair and misery. I know what's coming, but I can't avoid it.

As we pull up in a parking spot outside the hospital, Papa and Dad drag me into the hospital by my hand. As much as I want to escape my situation, I don't fight back against them.

They talk with the receptionist for a short minute before she hands them a clipboard and a pen. When they finish signing, they hand me the paper to which I reluctantly scribble my name on the page and then hand back the sheet.

The marker she writes with quietly squeaks as she pens down the floor and room number on a whiteboard. As soon as we receive the board, Papa and Dad rush up the stairs dragging me along with me. I've never seen them run this fast before. Even normally, I would probably have a bit of trouble with keeping up with them at their current pace.

We run down a maze of hallways, taking random twists and turns, but seemingly not getting lost. We turn corner after corner before stopping in front of a door with the room number 224.

"PJ? Why don't you go in first?" Papa asks me, a hopeful smile on his face albeit I don't know why.

I put my hand on the handle and sigh. I brace myself for a sight I wouldn't want to see in a million years and open the door with a click.

Instead of seeing a horrific sight or feeling the presence of death in the room, I observe the opposite.

A few meters away from me is my one and only (Y/N) (L/N), alive and well. She holds my bouquet of roses in her hands with her face buried in the sweetly scented blossoms. She hums softly at the scent of the roses and giggles under her breath.

I can feel my eyes well up with tears and a crooked smile form on my face to which I cover with my hand.

Dad doesn't hold himself back and rushes towards her side, wrapping her in a beat hug.

Her eyes widen in confusion before she realizes who it is, "M-Mr. Ink?" she puts down the flowers and returns the hug.

"Oh, (Y/N)! I'm so glad you're alright!" He exclaims joyfully. He lets go and brushes away a few strands of hair from her face.

"You gave us all a scare!" Papa strolls up next to the bed and opens his arms for a hug. She gladly accepts it and wraps her arms around his torso. He returns the hug with one arm and pats her on the head with the other.

"We missed you so much," he smiles softly, tears pricking the corner of his eyesockets.

Without a knock or warning whatsoever, a nurse opens the door and peek in. She gestures for Dad and Papa to go outside into the hallways. Probably to talk about (Y/N)'s condition and how she's doing without letting her know.

When they leave the room, (Y/N) locks eyes with me. I can see a small glittering in her (eye color) irises.

She extends her out towards me, signaling for me to come closer. I do so but at a slower pace than walking. When I strolled to her side, she has her hand on my cheek and is caressing my cheek with her thumb.

"You're..." She murmurs, "You're real."

Her eyes shine with hints of amazement and curiosity. I take my own hand and put it over the one on my cheek, leaning in her touch. Her hand is warm and soft against my rather cold and hard cheekbone.

I release her hand from my face and bend down a bit, slowly embracing her in a hug.

"I thought I lost you forever the moment you fell asleep..." I hang my head over her shoulders and give her a little squeeze.

She pats my back and lets a small puff of air out, "It's okay. I'm here and I'll stay this time," she coos.

"Thank Asgore for that," I grin, blinking once and feeling the tears streak down my cheeks.

She lets go of me and immediately frowns when she looks at my face. I return the same expression when I see her do so.

"Is something wrong?" I ask a bit worriedly.

She reaches up to my face once more and wipes away a few tears hanging on my cheek with the side of her index finger.

"Why are you still crying...?" She murmurs softly, sadly furrowing her brows.

"I'm just..." I turn my frown into a relieved smile, "So happy you're okay..."

"How are you feeling?"

"A bit of a headache but I think I can manage. And your flowers really brightened up my day!" She exclaims happily and holds the bouquet in her hands.

She abruptly changes her expression to a slightly worried one and stops looking directly at me.

"D-Did you mean it?" Her thumbs fidget as she holds the roses in her hands.

I cock my head to the side in confusion, "Did I mean what?"

She hands me a small folded-up piece of cardstock paper from her nightstand.

"Oh, this?" I rub my neck nervously, "Yeah, I do...mean every word on it."

She exhales a sigh of relief and returns to a content smile.

"Smell the roses," she lifts the flowers into an upright position and holds it just above her lap.

I raise a brow curiously at her intentions, but her guiltless smile makes me brush it off.

I bend down a bit to where her eyes level meets mine and smell the roses. No wonder she loves these flowers so much. They have an extremely pleasant and soothing fragrance. Just as I am about to stand up straight again, I feel the sensation of something soft pressing against my cheek.

I immediately jolt up straight and touch the area with my fingertips. My cheeks are burning up and probably a bright magenta tint. (Y/N) smiles at me innocently and hides her giggles with the side of her hand.

While she's distracted, I lean in and press my lips against her cheek as well. She immediately stops laughing and turns bright pink.

"I-Idiot," she quietly mutters, pouting and stuttering from embarrassment.

I wheeze at her comment and she laughs alongside me.

Dad and Papa come in and unfortunately, interrupt our friendly banter. However, they most probably saw our blush-tinted cheeks and broad smiles. They'll know that all is well between us.

Their mouths curl up into a small smile when they see how my mood has overall changed by her presence.

Even at the hands of death, we truly are an inseparable pair.

~A/N~
Awwwww what a cute little reunion~
I hope nothing else will ruin it ^^
I don't know?
Am I evil enough to ruin the plot again? XD
Also, help—
I'm drowning in papers and homework—
I'm sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter out
Like everyone else, school is hectic and I'm trying to keep my head above water
I'm most probably going to have slower updates due to my unpredictable schedule
I hope you guys can understand ^^'

Word count: 3172 words (including A/N)

*nopes out*