[By some miracle, Sans didn't get sick often. But somehow, he got the flu, and it hit him hard. The skeleton sprawled out on his mattress, feeling ache shoot through him dare he cough or shift himself out of his own sweat. Papyrus unraveled his ball of blankets, but Sans was pretty sure he sweat through everything but his mattress.
He shivers as he reaches off the floor to push a bowl away. Speaking of Papyrus, the other skeleton was drowning him in soup -- and sometimes spaghetti. He'd probably be back to do it again. Bless his bro. Sans would have appreciated it more if he didn't swear to god that his alphabet soup was trying to spell something sometimes.]
hff...
[Okay. No moving. Not moving. Sans lets his hand flop over his mattress and presses his head into his pillow (guess he'll sweat through that too). Like most monsters when they were sick, he could feel his magic spasming too. The blue glow from his eye flickered on-and-off, like a flashlight on its last legs of battery.
... Heh.
Flashlights with legs.]
heh... heheh....
[He'd have to tell Papyrus that one when he came back.
Hurt/Comfort for Squid!!
He shivers as he reaches off the floor to push a bowl away. Speaking of Papyrus, the other skeleton was drowning him in soup -- and sometimes spaghetti. He'd probably be back to do it again. Bless his bro. Sans would have appreciated it more if he didn't swear to god that his alphabet soup was trying to spell something sometimes.]
hff...
[Okay. No moving. Not moving. Sans lets his hand flop over his mattress and presses his head into his pillow (guess he'll sweat through that too). Like most monsters when they were sick, he could feel his magic spasming too. The blue glow from his eye flickered on-and-off, like a flashlight on its last legs of battery.
... Heh.
Flashlights with legs.]
heh... heheh....
[He'd have to tell Papyrus that one when he came back.
... Wait, what was he laughing about again.]