(Cry by luciel on DeviantArt)

"Ok , just remember, stay here, I'll be right back." Frisk's father sternly said as he dashed towards her mom's room.

The fire is starting to take over their house, burning everything that stands on the way.

Frisk quivers as the crackling sound of burning wood fills her room, making her dizzy of all the smoke she breathed in, but she struggled tight to her senses.

A scream of agony suddenly perked up her thoughts. In instant, she ran towards her mom's room, ignoring the bruises she got and leaving the fear behind.

She hurriedly ran up the stairs to check on her parents, but suddenly a debris fell and fell before her, sending her down.

"Gotcha kid" the fireman gladly caught her in time.

"Let's get you out'ta here." the fireman said, coughing badly as tears started to brim in his eyes.

"But my parents are in there! They need my help!" Frisk insisted, shielding her eyes from the ashes and remnants of the house that swayed around.

"Don't worry, We'll save them, now please go! save yourself!" She hesitated for a moment, having a short mental argument.

She was left but two choices,

Save herself

Or

Save them?

Having only two choices was easy, but she never thought that it would be this hard.

Biting her lip, she went for the urgency of the Fireman's statement.

Leaving him behind, she ran towards the exit as the ceiling started to crumble apart behind her sending her adrenaline to push her to run faster.

Energy slowly drained as was evident on her slowing pace and the beads of sweat.
Starting to feel dizzy, down she tripped and hit her face flat on the dark-ashed pavement.

Her vision got fuzzy as the hard impact of pain flowed. She tried to resist giving in but it got the most of her, knocking her unconscious.

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|| Frisk's POV ||

"Ugghhh..." I groaned, desperately trying to flutter my eyes open.

Blinking for a good couple of seconds, I got back into having a clear view around me.

Where am I....?

What am I doing here..?

Were the first two questions that entered my head.

Scanning the room thoroughly, I glanced up and down.

But I averted my gaze quickly to the source of beeps, only to find some machines beside me.

Noticing that they were connected to my right hand with a long tube and the respirator attached on me, Being in the hospital was the first thing that crossed my mind.

But

Why am I in a hospital...?

How did I ever ended up here...?

I removed the respirator, which I probably wouldn't need anymore.

I tried to retrace my thoughts, finding the very cause of this as I scratched the back of my head but ended up hurting myself.

I retreated soon, flinching as the excruciating pain hammered my head.

Feeling so much pressure and pain, I found myself screaming in agony. It was loud enough for the neighboring rooms to hear.

And so it did

Abruptly, the door slowly creaked open, revealing a warm and calm face of a nurse. She smiled at me as she pushed a cart before her, closing the door after doing so.

"Good morning! I'm nurse Amelia." She grinned, making me feel relaxed after hearing her soft voice.

It was quite angelic to say the least.

"You can call me Lia for short, glad to see you awake! I hope you're feeling a lot better now." she smiled as she plopped down next to me, with the cart full of trays of food were before her.

"Yes, i g-guess so..." I returned a wavering smile, trying to reciprocate the company she's giving me. Though she seems overly enthusiastic to see me in my disheveled condition.

"Great! Here, I brought some soup."

Reaching for the tray carefully, she placed it on my lap as if being one of the hotel crew who accommodates a bed-and-breakfast service.

Noticing my struggle and discomfort to get up, she suddenly offered to assist me.

I sat up, just in time when my stomach started its tiny growling sounds. It wasn't loud enough to hear, but the aromatic smell that lingered made it rumble louder.

She glanced at me for awhile, which to my slight embarrassment.

I slowly sipped the soup, feeling the heat spread quickly to my throat.

It gave me pleasure and relief for lifting the lump stuck in my throat, finally finding my voice.

It actually lessened the pain, more like making me forget that I was in pain earlier.

"Thank goodness you're finally awake, you've been here for quite some time." Lia said, that sweetness lacing her warm features.

Some time...?

How long was I out..?

I kept my mouth shut knowing that interrupting her would be rude.

Additionally, I don't feel much eager to talk to her because of my bad habit of fumbling over my own words.

"I heard you when I was doing my rounds, seems like you need my help?" She asked, worry replacing her calm demeanor.

I nodded my head no, a bit ashamed of all the assistance and company she was giving me instead of the other patients, I'm sure they needed a nurse more than I do.

She helped me enough to relive my thoughts, I'm satisfied and contented with that.

Except for my need of answers.

"H-how long w-was I out....?" My voice came out, less raspy than before.

"For a month, it seems."

What?! A mo-

"Aargh!" I clutched my head, wincing in the pain that returned. They felt like a thousand hammers, continuously pounding my head to shatter in pieces.

"Oh my!! Are you alright?!! Let me get the doctor immediately!" She started panicking reaching her feet to the floor, ready to sprint away.

"No! Its alright, I'm perfectly fine, its just that, my head terribly hurts." I said trying to reassure her that everything's OK, forcing a soft reply and a smile.

She gave me a doubtful look as she stood up and gently examined my head, Knowing that I wouldn't get away from the obvious lie.

I'm such a bad liar.

"Seems like your scars are finally healing." She grinned, reverting back to her usual self in a nick of time.

"I'll go get Dr. Jack." She said, dashing outside the door, leaving me still clueless to why I was here.

I wonder...

I started to entertain myself by answering the questions hovering in my mind as I tried to convince myself that my answers were definitely right.

Literally getting sick of it, My eyes fell on a small desk beside my bed, where a necklace rested on.

I reached for the necklace and scrutinized its physical features.

There were a few scratches and dark splotches resembling burnt marks.

I was inclined to open it when curiosity hit me and pushed me to do so. A small photo was fit perfectly in it, but not its almost ancient appearance.

There were a few singe marks making it a bit ebbed.

It was a photo of a happy couple hugging two kids.

I can tell that I was the kid, and the couple are my parents but the other kid hinted an odd feeling in me.

Sadly, I don't recognize her since her facial features was the part that was burnt.

Seeing the burnt marks made me realize and remember that fire episode I had.

So I survived...

I wond- no, I hope they're alright.

Tricks played in my head, fearing me with its 'what if's'.

What if they didn't survive?

What if they were badly injured?

What if I already lost them?

But,

Wouldn't they know I was here if they're still alive..?

Wouldn't they visit me here then..?

I decided to stop messing with my troubled emotions.

No matter how hard I tried to remember,

I just can't tug the strings altogether.

"Good morning! Nurse Lia told me your awake." Dr. Jack suddenly burst from the door, which startled me, interrupting my train of thoughts.

With a swift movement, I immediately hid the locket under the pillow for safe keeping.

"Good morning!" I happily responded, mimicking his cheery attitude.

Why is everyone so energized in this place?? Its honestly unnerving.

"Let me examine your wounds." he approached me and gently removed the gauzes exposing only a part of my head that was slightly in constant pain.

"Ahh..yes.." he said as he faced me, jotting some notes in his clipboard.

They were more like fast scribbles if you ask me.

"If I'm correct, you can finally leave this place in 3 days." he smiled, clicking his pen close.

"Oh good." I replied happily.

"Is there anything else you'd like to know?" he said staring at me while adjusting his big round glasses.

Now's my chance for answers.

"How did I ended up here? Where are my parents? Do they know I'm here?" I hastily asked him in one breath.

"One at a time my child." he said as he sat down the bed next to me, he gave a long sigh and started answering my questions.

"You passed out from a fire accident and the ambulance brought you here."

Makes sense, but I already knew a part of that.

"You hit your head pretty badly, thus putting you in a coma." he answered all of them at once, but he didn't answer the question about my parents.

"Where are my parents? Are they alright? Do they know I'm here??" I fired him with questions.

He shifted uncomfortably as his gaze fell on the floor

That's not a good sign...

"Well...you..see"

What?! Tell me!, I mentally yelled, feeling anxiety boiling in my nerves.

"I'm sorry"

My heart sunk after hearing those words..

What.....?

"T-they died." he said sorrow filling his voice as it went out like a low response.

"W-what?! I don't understand..I-i"

"They didn't survived the fire.. I'm sorry" he finished, delivering the final blow to send me in a verge of tears.

"Nonononono!" I clutched my head, guilt and sadness wallowing my head.

"Why! This isn't happening! Not them! It should've been me!" I shivered after yelling, denying the bitter truth.

I felt my arms flung towards Dr. Jack for a hug, which startled him, but he hugged me back.

"I-It s-should've b-been m-me." I muffled in his coat, crying my heart out as it started to be soft sobs and sniffles.

He rubbed my back in reassurance and comfort.

With all the crying, I drifted to sleep in his arms.