Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Fifty-Three, Part Two

Word about his recovery spreads as soon as Toriel and Papyrus learn about your achievement in channeling magic. They inform everyone they can possibly think of, causing for the waiting hall outside Sans's room to be overcome by familiar faces, Grillby, Gerson, Undyne, Alphys, and Faust the first ones to enter the area. You can also see Solana, Mettaton, Frisk, and MK nearby, most of them busy running around and helping others make preparations for Sans's extended stay in the hospital.

"How long does it say?" Mettaton asks, tilting his head as he stares at the flowers Toriel and Papyrus place around the room, helping bring some contrast to the plain white walls and the monotony of no decor.

"A month, at least," you reply, checking the papers. "Says here he needs to recover a lot more now."

"Then it's settled," he declares, startling both people in their flower arranging when he steps in, looking focused as he helps them look more like bouquets rather than simple flower vases. "We'll organize a Christmas party with just the lot of us! I'm guessing we'll also have to spend New Years here, too."

"Never thought you'd do that for me, Met," Sans comments, gaining your and the robot's attention, the latter who stops arranging flowers to grin at him.

"Never said I was doing this for you. I'm doing this for the sake of your family, since I'm sure Papyrus, Faust, and (Y/N) would appreciate it rather than having to spend those days all gloomy and bored until you recover."

Parents of children Sans had tutored begin to show up inside the room while others leave to make space to walk around. Grillby, Gerson, and Undyne discuss the lack of closure regarding the trail while Alphys teaches Faust over how to care for monsters, going over the basics and adding more detail whenever he asks more about a topic. Solana, Frisk, and MK help Mettaton with the planning while the same people once busy adding flowers to the room move on to help organize what Sans would need for his month-long stay in the hospital.

"And I see somebody here's finally wearing that ring," the robot teases, moving his attention to you. "You and I need to talk soon."

"I'm guessin' this is more for (Y/N)'s sake, then?" Sans teases, chuckling.

"And for your brother's, too. I'm sure he'd appreciate you going after what you want instead of doing like you always do."

Papyrus is too busy to hear his name mentioned, though you can still imagine him agreeing were he to overhear the robot's words.

"Who's the doctor in charge of him, anyway?"

"Oh," you mutter, caught off guard. "I haven't checked yet." You shuffle the papers around, searching for the doctor's name amongst all the information displayed. "It's-"

As quickly as you find the name, you frown. You're asked over your well-being, the name you read over Sans's medical records numbing you on the spot. The name of the doctor in charge of his recovery and month-long stay sounds all-too familiar to you, those suspicions being confirmed when Sans asks what's wrong and reads the notes himself.

"Sure you can go talk with 'em?" he asks, glancing at his brother next, now less busy than before. "Paps could try going instead."

Hearing his name called this time around, Papyrus stops his arrangements with Toriel to stand next to you while Sans sits straight in bed. He furrows his gaze when he sees the two of you holding papers in your hands and Mettaton stand next to you. There's a scrutinizing look to his skull, and he prompts himself to speak up. "Is something wrong? What do the papers say?"

You tense and turn to him, holding the papers strong enough to make them crunch and stop yourself right after. "Nothing's wrong with him, it's just. . ." You sigh, unknowing how to approach the topic. "The doctor written down here kinda doesn't like me very much."