Lost And Found~ MafiaTale Fanfic

Chapter 4

As you eyes opened once again, you could feel a stinging pain burn across your head and you hissed, batting away at whatever it was. "Stop it, that hurts." You grunted.

"Well unless you wanna scare to Lil' Pup with this cut of yours, you should probably let me patch it up."

"What cut?"

"The one you got from brawling at Grillby's. Stay still! Quit knocking my hands away."

You opened your eyes and sat up straight. You were throughly confused and missing part of your memory. When did you get home? When did you get hurt? Who exactly were you talking to?

You looked over and saw a rather annoyed Sans holding a soaked rag. A small table held bandages and gauze. Realizing what Sans had meant, your eyes widened and you brushed the cut gently. You winced and Sans chuckled. "What made you think it'd be a good idea to touch it?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes and pulled away your blood-tipped finger, licking the small amount of blood off. Sans seemed disgusted by the action but you ignored it. "What happened?" You asked.

"Lay back down and I'll tell you."

You obeyed and laid back down, arms folded on your chest. "Okay, now explain."

Sans went back to cleaning your gash and you closed the eye closest to him to avoid getting anything in it.

"Grillby called me when he saw you were getting eyed up by some drunks. Since you're a young female that hasn't been marked at all by monster nor buisness, it makes you a target for the weak-minded. I got Grillby's call and rushed over to see you fending off a trio of no goods. You seemed to be at your limit so I stepped in." He explained.

"What do you mean you 'stepped in'?"

"I roughed 'em up, left them with their lives. After that I helped ya back here. Ya passed out about halfway back."

"Oh, sorry sir." You apologized.

He sent you a confused look but you didn't notice, nor did you notice how you let that one small word slip. Not matter how hard you'd try, parts of your past would always slip into the present. You didn't catch this one, but Sans noticed. Choosing to not say anything as you clearly hadn't noticed your slip up, he sat you up slowly and you held a gauze pad over your wound. Sans was silent as he taped it down with paper medical tape. Once really moved his hands, so did you. The bandage stayed snug to its spot and you smiled.

"Thanks bo- er, Sans."

"It's nothing. I deal with it all the time." He boasted. "Any other wounds you want me to look at?"

You shook your head. "Nah. I have a few scratches on my arms from where number three held me but they'll scab over by morning. Other than that it's just bruising."

Your gut twisted but you smiled to hide the uneasy feeling. Sans handed you your fedora and you put it on. You were fortunate enough that it covered your wound effectively. You stood and stretched, wincing at the wounds hidden beneath your clothing.

Sans eyed you suspiciously and you laughed. "Don't worry boss, just a bit of bruising." You reassured.

"Anyway, I'm gonna head upstairs so-"

"Hold it right there girlie." Sans interupted.

You froze and turned towards him, fearing he'd pry about your other wounds. "Yeah?"

"Come here Kitten, take a seat." He said calmly.

You gulped and walked back to the couch, easing yourself into a seat. Sans sat back and lit a cigar, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. "So Kitty, let's have a little discussion..." He cooed.