He focused in on the couch where it was clear you had been staying. Papyrus stepped in picked up the blanket and closed the door before taking in your apartment. This left the two brothers standing staring at the blanket you left at their feet.
Slamming a hand over your mouth you turned and ran for the bathroom clipping your shoulder as you turned the corner. Yet the movement was too much too fast and your stomach rolled. You look down to see Sans directly in front of you. “What?” You asked confused voice broken and scratchy from the coughing damage. His magic flickered slightly in his eyes. You were meet with a matching dead glare from Papyrus. Finally after the third time you catch the stupid thing and yank open the door with a dead glare. Why was the world so fucking hazy? You squint trying to see properly.
Why was it so blasted cold? The knocking continued and you grabbed for the doorknob but missed. You caught yourself on the wall near the door and just stared at it. With what you had left for muscles finally listened to you as you staggered to the door blanket draped over your head. It hurt to move and the knocking didn’t stop. You moved to get up and promptly fell on the floor. No more rapid knocking but three solid louder than you thought possible knocks rang out. Which only worked for a moment as the knocking dulled then suddenly came back with vengeance. You grunted and tried to bury your head in the couch ignoring the sound. Someone was knocking very loud and very annoyingly. “Yeah!” He shouted nearly bowling his brother over. That seemed to work a little as his brother smiled. How about we go check?” He said carefully hiding his anger as he rose from the table. You had finally just worked your way off of Papyrus’s shit list but now you were back on it in the first spot above Nabstabot. Something was very wrong but Sans had insisted that there was good in you even if he was the only one to see it. When his brother had first introduced you he didn’t like you. Papyrus looked down at his normally over excited brother and a spike of anger rose in the lazy skeleton. “Brother, why isn’t she answering?” Sans asked looking down at the phone clutched in his hand blue spectral tears welling up in his eyes. Turning over with a whimper at your screaming muscles you buried your face into the cushion of the couch in short you felt like death and whoever was calling could go to hell. Trying to focus the world was shifted in and out of focus making your stomach roll again. Your phone vibrated violently on the coffee table. You just kept forgetting them and something else, something important. Every time you got up last night you got a new bottle. Several half empty bottles of water were scattered just within reach on the floor. It had been a long night of coughing and trips to the bathroom losing whatever food you had had in your stomach.
You forced yourself down deeper into the couch pulling the blue blanket up under your chin. The pain in your chest was worse than before.