After that stormy night, you managed to heal the majority of the fire-based monster's wounds. With the help of the lamp oil, rubbing alcohol, and an entire box matches, you were able to relight his flames. Even so, he remained unconscious for a long period of time and had to be taken towards a certified doctor to take care of the rest.

Another turbulent day soon arrived at the sky as the monster was finally led out of the basement. You soon returned your attention back at Sans, who was still sleeping despite more than ten hours having passed by. His breathing continued with its slow pace, though you still hoped your methods of healing would work on him.

You pressed a hand carefully over his shoulder, wanting to wake him up. In response, he mumbled some incoherent words, these coming off in a painful tone.

Noticing his condition was worsening and that his forehead was sweating profusely, you brought over a humid piece of cloth on top of his head and began to change him into a different, cleaner attire. He let out a groan in pain as you came in contact with his ribcage, leading you to snap your eyes over at his face.

"______. . . Ya don't have to do this. . ." He muttered, placing a hand over your cheek with visible struggle.

You remained quiet in response to his words, continuing with your treatment over his injured body. Your trembling hands made sure to not come in too much contact with his bones while you finished dressing him up into some clean clothing.

His sweating seemed to have calmed down now, though his breathing continued with a worrisome pace and the light in his irises was faint.

Having finished with the first part of your healing treatment, you reached out for the notebook and quickly wrote down what you wished to say.

"I am going to have to summon out your soul. . . Would that be alright with you?"

He read your written words carefully, a hint of embarrassment making itself present over his face. After analyzing the question, he nodded slowly, allowing you to carry on with what you were doing. You extended your hand over the upper part of his chest, closing your eyes to concentrate.

Midway through the process, a strained yell managed to erupt from the skeleton's teeth, making you away from these actions and face him with widened eyes.

"S- Sorry 'bout that. . ." He huffed, clutching his chest with his bony hand.

You shook your head in dismissal to his apology as you once more regained your focus over evoking his soul. After closing your eyes again and a few minutes of wait, you were able to complete the process. His soul was now visible to you, with its white color fainter compared to the first time you'd seen it.

"I am going to use some monster medicines over your soul. If you feel like the pain only worsens. . . let me know." You wrote down once more on the notebook, this time using a different, blank sheet of paper. Then, you brought yourself closer to his soul.

"Alright." He spoke, his tone barely audible to your ears.

Before commencing with the medical work, you leaned in over his skull and pressed your lips over his nose cavity. You smiled once meeting with his irises, wanting to provide him with some encouragement.

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Sans pulled you into a sudden hug, finally having more strength and control over his body. It had been an extensive process to heal his injuries, though you were able to do so partially. It seemed as if both his HP and soul were naturally weak, and that — no matter how much care you put into treating him — he wouldn't be able to heal completely.

You returned the hug with more strength, relieved to have him back. His breathing was returning back to its original pace and his strong hold over you assured you more over the state of his health.

"Sasns!" Papyrus exclaimed, seeing the two of you enveloped in a hug.

The young skeleton joined in on the embrace, and you smiled brightly towards him. The three of you remained close to one another for a long period of seconds, letting go of the hold with some hesitation afterwards.

Now that Sans had been healed, you were certain he was going to return to the war. He stated that himself halfway through your healing process, yet you hadn't given it much thought until now.

With that gloomy thought resting inside your mind, you began to put away everything you'd used to heal the two monsters back to its place. Sans had gone over back towards the mattress to play with his young brother, whereas you pondered over a what you could possibly do before he decided to leave back to the war.

Bang!

The sudden noise was instantly accompanied by a strong pang hitting the inside of your stomach.

You felt how a scorching hot bullet pierced through you and the way the two skeleton brothers irises widened in shock. You instinctively knelt down on one knee and clutched your abdomen with trembling hands, watching how fresh, bright crimson blood seeped through the small spaces left between your fingers.

"Shit!" A faint voice exclaimed from afar, their voice shaken in worry. "I — I think we hit one of ours! "

"Bloody hell. . ." Another voice muttered, this one less compassionate than the previous one. "Let's scram! We'll. . . We'll deal with this later!"

The sound of heavy footsteps running away could by heard from nearby, Sans and Papyrus being left to witness your damaged state. They both stayed next to your side, while you felt yourself become lightheaded. Your eyes eventually closed by themselves, becoming harder for you to breathe as more blood continue to leave your body.

"_______." A rough voice called out. Soon after, you felt how a pair of arms shook your shoulders in a desperate manner. "Please. . . Open your eyes!"