A/n: This is the SilentTale creator to you!

Suggested Music: Safe Behind The Ribs Of The One I Love The Most by Levitricus

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"And I am so tired of pretending I'm alive,
Still, I'll lie to myself,
And think I'm fine..."

-Safe Behind The Ribs Of The One I Love The Most by Levitricus

Saffron, cream, and finally, golden.

Or was it simply yellow? No one would know, as the tip of radiant rays of the gleaming glimmering sun, grasped its lustrous crystal light unto the soft cheerful petals of a single proud and noticeable flower, its stalk stood tall, lushed with such green leaves that seemed to sparkle due to the decorated drops of dew, a result of a faint mist that came strolling to enjoy the fading morning sky.

The said flower, smelled of sweet fragrance, resembling the scent of soft processed butter, a hint of cinnamon present in its pleasing aroma. No wonder its name suited it of all acceptable irony.

And you ask, to whose noble responsibility did this tiny yet attractive flower dwelled beneath? To which dainty palms was it lovingly cared in such kind passion?

Further through the window sill this flower pot stood, a lady of young age sat on a particular hospital bed, her legs rested underneath her blanket in immobility. A few of her chestnut locks, though effortlessly tied down to a bun, flew gently along with the breezing wind that welcomed its way from the open window as ventilation to what she preferred to call a room of 'suffocation'.

Currently, her honey-glazed golden irises scanned through the pages of a white book she held, concentrating on the mocha-inked paragraphs. In her own honest opinion, the book, entitled as 'The Great Gatsby', was pretty boring and uninteresting. Back at high school, she'd be more than elated to get her hands on one of the said scripture, but now that she has it... (Hypocrisy~)

Even though she wasn't at all oh so excited and fascinated, the book she now grasped was one she considered valuably precious to her. It was one of the things she wanted to cherish so greatly, since it was a gift of her dearest friend.

She could even remember how he handed her such a small thing in the past, how he was endearly charming and sweet to do so. Letting out an ached sigh, she had been wanting to tell him what else she felt in her soul, aside from the masked symptoms of her condition worsening, which she had no intent of attending to.

This feeling... scared her at first. Whenever he was around her, she could always sense that sudden shocking tugging of strings in her soul, as if her pulse strummed an excited beat, singing through the depths of her weakening body, bringing harmonious energy to her entire being. He was like aspirin to her, someone who eases her pain. He was her doctor.

"Who are you thinking of?" A voice asked her, breaking her unconscious reading. She tilted her head to see Nurse Sheena, her purple irises in a wondering crystal.

"I-I wasn't... thinking, I was reading!" She exclaimed in defense, flailing her hands about.

"Oh don't be so ridiculous, I know who." She paused, leaning towards the flustered patient with a mischievous look of tease, "You're thinking about bone boy, aren't you?"

Unfortunately speaking, she successfully somehow turned the brunette into a tomato.

"B-bone boy?! N-no! Don't call him that, he'll hear you." Frisk frowned, frantically looking out the open doorway.

"So you are." The nurse laughed in amusement, "And he isn't here, you worry wart. He isn't here until next week."

"Yeah... I forgot." She murmured sadly.

Dr. Sans was out on a medical mission in the Middle East for a week, and Sheena has been good company for the girl. But either because of soul's ridiculously bad state, or that she thought of a week being a year (which she couldn't survive in such an amount of time, by the way), she can't help but forget.

A knock was heard at the door, alerting the two to cock their head towards its direction, to see a blond (What is up with Frans shippers including blond dudes in their stories?!) well-dressed doctor, a corkboard held on his left arm.

"Pleasant day, Ms. Mercy? I am Dr. John Philips, from the Soulogy Department. I'll be the one taking over Dr. Sans' appointments for you during his absence." He smiled wholeheartedly, his blue blazing eyes seeming to close from friendliness (Flowey?!). However, as his gaze landed on the nurse, the blue hue of his orbs turned to an icy one, which she, in return, sent a nasty look.

Dr. Philips was their skeleton doctor's competitor in residency after all, so Nurse Sheena knew better that his presence was never a good sign. But seeing the Frisk also needed the care of a doctor during her colleague's absence, she couldn't do anything but accept, giving the girl beside her a reassuring smile, before heading out to leave the two alone.

"Oh, hello!" Though her insides could be for who knows what it looked like right now, she still seemed cheerful in greeting the unfamiliar doctor, "I'm Frisk, but I guess you know that already." She said, smiling bashfully from embarassment.

Oh, ain't you one adorable doll. He thought slyly, masking his delight in polite energy.

"It's alright. You may even call me John if you want." He beamed graciously, "Why don't we begin our checkup?"

"Oh, sure!"

As we all expected, the lady lied her way throughout the whole 'interrogation'. He knew, however, that she isn't in a pleasing condition, yet he ignored that fact, plotting on using it to destroy his rival's sophisticated image.

"How are you and Dr. Sans going about? Are you guys good, or something? Did he try to bite you, or bark at you?" He asked, eager in attempting to make her 'feel better', expecting to hear a complaint about his mortal enemy. It wouldn't be a surprise if she did complain, he already received a lot of complaints from different patients, the reason why they moved to a 'nicer' doctor, which turned out to be the deceiving surgeon himself. Her response, however, disappointed and bewildered him at the same time.

"Dr. Sans? Oh dear, no." She giggled, remembering her friend she grew most fond of, "You must be mistaken, he's the nicest person I've ever met!" She sighed, continuing to ramble eagerly at the mention of the skeleton, her eyes showing an endearing twinkling of sparking interest. To him, unfortunately, was of anguish, his teeth gritting furiously at the sight and sound of her endlessly excited recollections.

For the first time has he encountered a person who even dared to describe Sans as a nice person, who turns to be the lady he grew to adore. The woman his soul has been calling out to, begging for her to be his through the depth of admiration whenever his piercing blue gaze lands on her.

"Ms. Mercy..." he began in a deathly tone, surprising her to a halt of the sudden change of atmosphere, "You aren't well."

"But I am!" She lied.

"You think? Frisk, you're experiencing shortness of breath, immobility, rapid pace of heartbeat, dizziness, soul pain and swell! How come you lied?!" He yelled, jolting up from his seat he took beside her earlier.

"I-I... how did you--"

"How did I know? Day and night, I've been thinking of you. I've been trying every single day, researching different methods just to try and save you! You don't know why, but I'm doing this because I love you." He bluntly admitted.

"You... love me?" But I don't know you...

"How dare that skeleton not notice such simple, simple things, important symptoms of you dying!" He sighed, grabbing her left wrist, "Come, I'm taking you with me. You'll be alive for it, I promise."

"No! I don't want to." She glared, desperately jerking her wrist away from the doctor, "Sans is my doctor!"

"He isn't here, and he doesn't care if you die!" He yelled once more, holding her wrist tighter. From the inside, she could feel her chest tighten, unabling her to breath properly, due to the shock that was rapidly surging in throughout her body.

"He cares!"

"He doesn't! You wouldn't be like this if you stay under mine, instead of Sans' care." He tried to convince her, not noticing her raspy gasps for air.

"Y-you're..."

"What?!"

"You're hurting me..." she whined, which he finally took notice, quickly letting go of her now bruised wrist. He swiftly grabbed the oxygen mask for her to breath in, which she gladly accepted. After a few breaths to a stable one, Frisk looked back at the surgeon, who now held a guilty look of regret. Understanding, and caring as always, she gently held his hand, surprising him from the sudden contact.

He gazed back at her to see her beaming honey-glazed golden orbs smiling at him, along with the curves of her soft pink lips.

"Thank you for your concerns, Dr. Philips. I understand, and maybe you knew me because of Dr. Sans, but I don't know who you are."

"I know." He frowned sadly, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to, you know, do that. I was just angry and worried. I don't want you to die, Frisk."

"No one here wants to die." She sighed, recalling about Mr. Green, a patient she saved from an attempted suicide, "Even the ones who kept saying they wanted to... they just needed somebody to understand them. To listen to them. I know, mine could be a different case since I didn't intend for this to happen. But it could be the same, I want someone to understand why I'm doing this, and why was I even happy and caring all the time."

"Why?"

She paused, staring back at the flower on the window, that swayed lovingly with the invisible rhythm of the wind, "... Because someone else needed to be understood more than I should be."

"Who?"

"Not just Sans... you." She smiled ever so sweetly, sending thin sheets of tears streaming down his face. Never had anyone understood him, moved him in such kind simple words. Wiping his tears away, he placed a soft and quick kiss on top of her hand in respect; the first, and his last, before gently placing it back on her lap.

"You really love Sans, don't you?" He sighed, but in a much friendlier tone. The mention of her love for him caught her off guard, her cheeks revealing a rosy hue.

"Y-yeah."

"Lucky guy." He sighed once more, preparing to exit the area, "I do wish to know more about you, can we still be friends?"

"Of course!"

"Do you suppose Sans would agree if I start things over with him to?" He frowned, unsure.

"Definitely." She grinned, "Once you get to know him, he could be a huge lazy sack of bones at times." She giggled.

"Really?" He said, arching an eyebrow.

"Surprised? Anyways, I'm really glad you'll be friends with him."

"I'm glad to have met you to, Ms. Mercy." He smiled, before continuing to leave the room.

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"I'll take one." He calmly requested, his bony finger pointing at a particular selection of various pastries displayed on the glass counter. The sweet smell of cinnamon butterscotch that floated across the room soon reached him, reminding of the same pleasant aroma he missed to inhale back at the hospital, away from the usual plastic, blood, and sterile materials he was once dreaded to be entrapped with.

After the rollerskating spider handed him a well-decorated red ribbon-tied white box, containing his order, he quickly thanked her before dashing towards his white Lambourgini (I love this car XD). Plopping the box at the front seat, he started up the engine with the turn of his buttercup key-chained key, letting out a silent 'vroom!' out of the expensive car's engine.

Driving through some intersections and turns, he couldn't get his mind off a certain brunette. Just the thought of her sends him permanently smiling all the way, the sun shining down to blow his storm cloud away.

Who knows what'll happen if he did see her in person right now?

Drifting to a halt in front of the WingDing Medical Center's double-doored entrance, he strode in swiftly, with the box in hand, heading straight-off to Patient #25's  Medical Ward, his elated footsteps echoing throughout the empty corridors of Snowdin Hall.

He had just finished the week-long mission he went through, so there waas no doubt for his soul to ache, craving to see her cheerful face once more. She was like a stethoscope to him, the very tool for him to hear his soul pounding wildly from the inside. Someone he must check with intensely careful measures. She was his patient.

And as his phalange reached for the door knob, with no second thoughts at all, he turned it for him to enter the open doorway. Slowly closing it shut behind him, he roamed inside to see his most awaited human, sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, hugging a familiar white book. She must've been reading, and at the sight of the said scripture, he couldn't help but chuckle proudly, clearly recognizing it.

Seems I should talk to her tomorrow then. He sighed, quietly placing the box on her empty bedside table, but as he was about to turn and leave, he heard his name being called out.

"Sans?" The voice ever so smooth and silky chimed, returning his attention back to the now awaken patient.

"Oh, Frisk. Didn't mean to wake you." He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his skull.

"Sans!" She repeated in a much louder and excited tune, springing up to embrace the unsuspecting doctor, untintendingly sending a blue glow across his smooth ivory cheek bones.

"I missed you..." she whined.

"Miss you to, Ms. Mercy." He laughed, already expecting for her to pout at the formal address.

"You're so mean, Dr. Sans." She cried, plopping back on the bed, "I told you not to call me that!"

"I'm mean?" He jokingly asked in confusion, "I think that's a thing of the past. I'm not mean."

"You are! You didn't tell me you'll be off this day."

"Well, I guess I'd take this with me then." He mockingly sighed, grabbing the ribbon of the box, which she just noticed.

"What's that?" She asked out of curiosity, not taking her eyes off the eye-catching cardboard box, especially not after her nose caught a scent of delicious toffee-like aroma, and the oh so familiar spice.

"Oh, this? It's nothing, since I'm so mean, there's no point in sharing anyways--" as he was, however, clasping the taste of victory in successfully teasing her in such a way, you could say he spoke too soon, for he felt a familiar peck on his cheek bone, triggering it to automatically change in colour, and causing for him to let go of the box, which she gladly caught.

"Butterscotch-cinnamon pie? My favorite!" She giddily yelled, "You're so right; there IS no point in sharing."

"Hey." He chuckled, "There's no need to be so mean."

After minutes of just taking bites of the smooth, sweet, and creamy slightly velvety-textured pastry, the two broke in to a chat, taking on things they both missed during their separation.

"How come you were a bit early?" She asked wonderously, though knew what his answer would be.

"What can I say? I'm a bone-afied surgeon!" He winked mischievously, causing for her to giggle.

Unfortunately, the talk that seemed to last as a good one, was disrupted once Sans caught a glimpse of purple on the girl's wrist, as she flailed her hands about from laughter. He frowned, piercing his pearl crystal white pinpricks to hers.

"Let me see your hand." He ordered, only for his frown to turn down to a scowl at her sudden action of attempting to hide it underneath her blanket.

"Frisk." He groaned, "I'm ordering you as your doctor. Show me your arm." His voice as a cold stone, dropping to break thin sheets of shivering ice. Luckily, he didn't go further with the tension building up, for she finally revealed her hand. Bad idea, he glared with a low growl at the sight of it swelling to a purple-pink-red-and-blue bruise (exactly how strong is Dr. Philips?? XD).

He quickly grabbed her hand, examining the bruise carefully.

"Who..." he begun with a grim tone that meant death and doom, "Who did this to you?!"

"No one." She replied a bit coldly, ironically matching his aura, the shock swallowing her emotions.

"I'll repeat my question, Ms. Mercy... Who--"

"It was Dr. Philips." Nurse Sheena retorted, emerging from the doorway.

"Sheena!" She scolded, turning to look at the doctor, "It wasn't him, he didn't do anything!"

Unfortunately for her, just the mention of his mortal enemy's name fired him up to a blue blaze, disappearing in a blinding cyan white spark.

"Why did you..."

"I had to." The nurse guiltily admitted, "He has to do what has to be done. I can't just stand there, watching you succumb at the hands of that scum!"

"But Dr. Philips is my friend!" She cried in defense.

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Visibly across the white-painted conference room, a tall slender skeleton was standing in front of it all, a blonde human beside him, their hands clasping to a shake, the other doctors around them clapping merrily. Everyone seemed to be happy and proud.

"Your project is absolutely marvelous. I am impressed to say it could possibly save thousands of people here in Ebott." The skeleton beamed, his eye sockets, decorated with wonderous black markings, closed shut from his widely curving proud smile. The other was also matching the grin, excited and honored to receive words of acknowledgement coming out from the CEO of this hospital himself.

"Thank you, Dr. Gaster. Your approval has really been an honor, and the real reason why this project would succeed." The human said.

"Yes, and I'm sure my son would approve of supporting it to--"

"Approve?!" A familiar voice growled, echoing them to a stop of the once excited chatter. They all turned their heads to see an enraged skeleton doctor, his left pinprick alit with a terrifying blue blazing flame. Almost instantly, his right hand was wrapped in a blue mist, raising it and as he did, sending a particular blue-eyed surgeon pinned against the wall.

"Why would I work and joyously join hands with some..." he mumbled loudly as he strode, coming closer at the man to spit venom to his terrorized face, "Canary?"

"Sans, what is the meaning of this?" His father asked in a much deathly, yet calm tone, as he tried to calm the board from fear at the sight of their greatest soul surgeon.

"How dare you lay a finger on MY patient?!" He shrieked, slamming the guy once more, leaving a bruise on his back from the forceful impact. John, however, did not do anything to defend himslef, as if knowing and accepting that this will happen to him anyways, after what he has done to Frisk.

"Sans, that is enough."

"Dr. Gaster! Suspend, no, fire this assaulter!"

"Sans!" Dr. Gaster spoke up, his remarkable hand in a black mist, summoning a large identical hand to wrap around his own crazed son, holding him down for it to cause the magic around Dr. Philips to disappear.

The stern doctor glowered at the other skeleton, whose expression held that of pain from the tight grip of the humungous phalange.

"I am very disappointed with you." Gaster stated, nodding his skull in disapproval and disgust, "And here I thought you knew better how to control your useless emotions."

"Dr. Gaster, I really was at fault." John started to say, but was immediately hushed by the high-ranked doctor.

"Even so, you weren't the one who was aggressive, Dr. Philips. None of this is your fault. Hmph, like when did you care for your own patient, Dr. Sans?" The tall and sophisticated skeleton mockingly laughed, straightening to adjust his slightly tilted rectangular-rimmed eyeglasses.

"Dr. Philips, please take your leave and have a good night's rest." Gaster ordered in a calm manner, before looking down at his son, "Sans, you have disrupted the peace and order, and the moral code of ethics of this very prestigious facility. I now call for your suspension." the very statement felt like a huge slap to the shorter skeleton, only for it to sting up a notch once his father added, "I'm sure the whole world could still be alive even if you never existed."

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"Uh, what exactly do you think you're doing?" The black-haired nurse asked in a sarcastically bewildered manner. Dr. Sans had just arrived after a quick drive back from his mansion. He was wearing (you guessed it!... not) a white turtleneck sweater underneath a grey black-buttoned trench coat, black slacks, and navy blue sneakers. To his right, he held up a black leather backpack, and more blue-tinted luggage.

Up to his grin, hides no angst, rage, or any negativity. Just excitement, frisk, and sincerity, nothing more.

"What better way to spend my one month suspension than staying with my first priority?" He grinned, continuing to walk, or rather, skip through Snowdin Hall in a childishly silly way, like a nine year old child in a mall during the holidays after receiving a candy cane.

"Ooh~ I think I know what you mean." Sheena smirked slyly, causing for him to stop in his tracks to let a shade of blue pass by his clean-slated visage.

Actually... The nurse was right with that; Sans DID plan the suspension all along, hoping this'll be a reasonable way to get in touch with Frisk even longer. So this is the reason why our skeleton protagonist here wasn't at all daunted by his father's malice. He was actually frickin' happy right now, for goodness' sake!

"You sly dog, you!" She cackled, understanding his point. Of course, through years of working alongside such a legend, she came to discover that you'd never know what else this surgeon has up under his white sleeves.

Both entered Ms. Mercy's ward, and as soon as she heard of the news of his suspension, she was downright worried, scolding him endlessly for what he has done, which the doctor considered as cute and childish, not as much childish as he is right now, who was playfully pretending to listen to her arguments like a kid.

Yet, she sighed in the end, defeated, "Didn't you go home, and drink red wine or something?"

"Uhh... red, wine?" He repeated, astonished and baffled at the same time at the mention of the expensive liquor.

"Yeah? I mean, suspension is practically like being fired for a month, and I thought, 'men' would've been drunk after so. Plus, the fact that you're rich and all, it wouldn't be a surprise if you do drink, most preferably, red wine."

Frisk was but, surprised to see him burst out, laughing as if what she just said was the funniest thing he had ever heard.

Wiping off a tear that seemed to trickle down his cheek bones, he smiled at the innocent patient, "Frisk, did you really think I'd be like that?"

Even Nurse Sheena was bubbling up from chortles, "D-dr. Sans is a highly sophisticated, and respected doctor! He wouldn't even sip a single drop of beer."

"Wow." Frisk muttered, looking very amazed, her admiration for her surgeon heightening to reach for the skies. He was, to her, practically the first man she has ever met who doesn't drink at--

"Except for ketchup, that is." He suddenly announced, pausing her thoughts.

"Pardon?"

"Ketchup. I drink ketchup."

"Eww..." she grimaced, scrunching her nose in an adorable manner.

"Well, everyone has to have drink, right?" He snickered, enjoying her disgusted expression.

"Correct, but seriously, ketchup?" Then again, she forgot he was a living breathing skeleton monster. Of course he'd drink ketchup!

"So..." the nurse finally worded, changing the subject, "Where are you going to sleep, Dr. Sans?" Though intention was of mischievousness, she kept her innocent look, which Sans took note as a bad one for him.

"Right, where are you--"

"The couch." He blurted, secretly glaring at Sheena, who he swore to had spotted a halo above her head, "I love sleeping on the couch anyways."

"Are you sure? I'm assuming filthy rich people like you would automatically consider it as a dirty task, and uncomfortable." Frisk responded in a concerned tone, as the skeleton only shrugged in reply, "One, I ain't FILTHY rich. Two, there's a lot of things you don't know about me, Frisk."

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"If I kissed you farewell and became one with time,
Don't forget me, love,
Don't forget this fabled dream of mine..."

-Safe Behind The Ribs Of The One I Love The Most by Levitricus

The ball of hot gas peaked its rays beyond the horizon, the skies shading from various hues of pink, purple, orange, and blue, signalling all of Ebott another glorious morning.

Back inside a modernly designed mansion, we see the skeleton, whose icy snow white orbs staring at the ceiling above him, his arms at the back of his skull, and his blanket dangling at the edge of his clothed body (I intended to add that description there, you fools ◎^◎). His mind was replaying memories of the past months, including the time he stayed by his patient's side.

Fluttering her eyes open, she was utmost surprised to see a certain skeleton stare charmingly back at her.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, her whole face tinted in a rosy hue of discomfort. He only chuckled lowly, not taking his eyes off her.

"How come I haven't noticed you sleeping like that, Mercy?"

"S-sans!"

Heheh... That was only the beginning, he thought, reminiscing more recollections of his time back there. Though to him, a month was more like an hour, every second, every moment he spent with her in the scene, was precious, valuable to him. Being suspended was soo worth it.

As he strolled past different patients and staff each day in the hospital, it was like any other day. A scowl, a stern, a prick, a glare...

You could say nothing had really change.

No, something did change; Frisk entering his life!

Nah, you could say that...

This... is what changed.

"Hello there, Frisk. Ready for some fun checkups?" He chuckled, entering the remarkably familiar ward. His gaze softened as it landed on her sleeping figure, her face holding up a gentle and peaceful smile.

"I'll take that as a yes." He beamed once more, checking for her vitals.

He was once stone man.

"Hmm... Looks pretty normal."

Cold, stiff, sculpted.

"No bruises or scar? Who am I kidding, no one enters here any way."

None dared to speak up. None dared to go near. None dared to smile at.

"Well, I see everything's fine."

None dared to care.

"You have been sleeping for quite a while, you know that, right?" Two months, that is.

I knew, I had to do something.

"You know, I came in to see a patient earlier. Wow, can you believe the tantrum he gave back down there?"

No one would help him, and I knew for sure, that since I am here, who else should've done it?

"He was like, 'are you tryin to kill me with some small knife you've got in there?!' And I was like, 'no sir, it's a scalpel.'"

Sure, my soul's all rotten beyond repair by now, but his'... I could still fix it.

"Crazy thing was, he cried all of a sudden, and you know what I told him?"

Confidently, I can do it! I can heal him. I could be his doctor!

And I did.

"As your doctor, I WILL cure you, no matter what. Because that's my duty... Someone told me that."

I cured his soul. That's all that matters now.

"Heck yeah, this skeleton has a heart you know!"

I love you, Sans.

Staring back at the human, he felt silly. Judging by how her vitals showed her consciousness, he knew she could hear him, and yet he still felt like talking to himself. He felt stupid. And now? Frisk has been sleeping for who knows how long.

"Frisk... wake up." He frowned, kneeling to reach her level, "You're determined right? I'm tired. Tired of thinking I could still reach you even when your eyes are close. But you could hear me, right?"

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"Frisk Mercy." He began, "I know, it has been late, but... There's these things that I wanted to tell you that I couldn't. Why? Because everytime I see your golden eyes, I lose track of time, I stumble, I get worse than amnesia.

No, I love em, so don't get the wrong way.

But now that I couldn't see them, I guess it's foolish to say that I could finally tell you.

Everytime I see your face, smiling at me as I come by, I feel so guilty for doubting it to be so true. You slept here in front of me, and yet your smile still stood.

You smiled at me the first time we met, eventhough I did not return it. I wish I could turn back time to see you smile fresh, the way you smiled at me for the first time, and so I could cherish it, and play it endlessly inside my hollow skull.

You were in such great pain, you smiled.

I hurt you once, you smiled.

Death..." he gulped, shuddering as he spoke, "I hope it won't arrive, but I know for sure that you would smile.

You were a stranger to me, to them, to all of us... Yet you gave us your smile, a charity we received from you that we held close to our souls. To my soul.

I can't believe you... thawed me. A good for nothing ice sculpture. You turned me to a whole new person just because of a simple curve of your lips.

And at the very moment I saw that, I began to move.

I began to care for others...

I began to care for you.

Frisk, you were the most caring, the most determined, ugh, no, words like these are pointless; You're everything. I don't know how, but I know you are to me." His hand reached out for hers, not noticing the coldness of temperature.

"I missed you. I wanted to eat pie with you again, to laugh at puns, no—to hear you laugh, to hear your scolds, to just see those eyes of yours." He stared sadly at her, hoping his pleas could do the trick, but to horrifyingly no avail, she did not move an inch.

"I... I just wanna say that I..." he sighed, his gaze returning to the monitor beside her. Why was it switched off?

Standing up, he checked the cords to see it unplugged. Sheena must've forgotten. He thought in a 'tsk' manner, plugging it back in, only to jump back by the sudden alarming sound it gave out.

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep... It went widely, the monitor showing her vitals dropping rapidly.

"No, no, no, no!" He shrieked, hurrying back to his patient's side, holding her cold hand close to his chest.

"Nurse! Nurse Sheena! Anybody, help! S-someone's d-dying...!" He wailed as tears rapidly streamed down his face. The crude perks of being confined in a ward of isolation.

Moments later, Nurse Sheena came to scene with a group of doctors, which included Dr. Philips. One of them took out the defibrillators, calmly, yet, haplessly trying to revive the fibrillating patient. After several attempts, they were left with the same horrifying rhythmic pattern of constant beeping.

Dr. Sans Gaster, on the other hand, doesn't know what to come out of this.

He was confused, shocked, angry, sad, I don't know, he's nothing. Nothing.

He was, devoid of any emotions, just as his eye sockets was losing its spark of greatness. It was as if he turned back to be the person he once was, the very character he dreaded so much, hoping to banish it away from existence.

What am I?

"Sans! Get up, you're a doctor!" Someone grabbed him by the collar, feeling some saliva splatter against his face as the doctor in front of him yelled. It was Dr. John Philips, his face stained with panicked tears, his hands in a frantic tremble.

Though his bone foundation was all shakened from vulnerability, he resumed his calm, straight, yet wavered expression, alerting the other doctors to follow his order.

"Quickly. We must send her to the ER!"

And off they went, the beat of his soul pounding along with the steps he took as all ran, aiding each other to push the bed hurriedly to the ER. He looked down at his human, dangerously clinging to life, an oxygen mask on her face was the only thing to support her.

And as the sight of the red neon letterings of the Emergency Room came to view, only three words echoed mindlessly through the depth of his ivory ball of vast pitch black nothingness.

Not an 'I love you'.

Not an 'I need you'.

Not a 'Don't leave me'.

Not a 'Please hold on'.

Come on, Sans; 'Please...

Heal her!'

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A/n:

⚠Warning: Intense Feelings, so prepare a box of tissues. Read at your own risk. (What do you expect from the most awaited short story of Why Not? A disappointment? I don't think so)

XD I forgot to add that warning... my mistake! #SorryNotSorry

So guyz, I now officially pronounce this as the longest chapter of Why Not? It beats Take You Instead with a whooping gap of two hundred words! PHH!3 has 5500+ words, wut??

You'd never believe how many fricking times had I cried so hard during writing this, I couldn't seem to be able to finish it with all dem feels! T^T I mean, while I was even thinking of how the Please... Heal Her! series should flow, I was already crying at the very first start, what gives.

Anyways, I'm sorry if it wasn't worth the wait, though to me, THREE REWRITES was worth it, I guess? I don't know, I think I did a lot of wrong grammars and mistakes here. Disorganized, again, ugh.

So finally! I finished the series, yass. If you guyz wanna try and write your own view of the epilogue of this story, it's fine by me. As I always say, why not? Go ahead! And if you do, well that's actually what I wanna see. :3

Ladies and gentlemen, that was... Please... Heal Her! 3: Flat Line, hope you enjoyed!💕

1 DYK? This chapter is exclusively dedicated to the creators of Flowerfell, my all time favorite AU! The whole storyline was based from the AU, and was supposedly written as a Flowerfell oneshot. But because I want all stories here in Why Not? to look as original as it is right now, meh.

2 DYK? The chapter is originally named Flat Line. Cliché, I know.

(Note: There's a heck of a long PS at the bottom, and it's really REALLY important.)

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Description: My Name Is Sans

Level 2: Unlocked

Strayed away from his family in a young age, the skeleton struggled to survive in finding his home, and his identity... with the help of a young human girl.

Sigh, the Why Not? Biz is never done! Interested? I don't know, I'll only know if you say...

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PS: Do you realize what chapter this is??

You: uh... the most awaited one?

No, no, no! This is the tenth padlocked chapter of Why Not? And you know what that means...~~~

You:😱👏👏👏💥 We're gonna get tagged!!?

You guessed it! The next chapter I'll be showcasing will be the 3rd Annual TPC Tagging Ceremony!!!

DJ: Bring on the Par-tay!!!

Hold on, wait. Unfortunately, I won't be tagging anyone for now.

You: Wutt?!

Becaauuse, I want those who I have tagged back in SilentTale's 2nd TPCTC to relax and rest for a bit, and besides, I'm running out of questions to ask you anyways.

You: oh. :'(

Fear not my lovely and handsome pinksterz!💕 ... 'Cause I have another idea! Instead of a tagging ceremony (tibia honest, the last one was so crude, no one answered any of my questions, that's why 😔), I'll hold a Question and Answer event.

Yes, you may ask me anything you wanna know about me, or just anythin at all. Buut, don't ask me about my gender, my age, my name, my nationality, ya got that?

I look forward to answering your exciting questions, pinksterz!💕

PPS: COMMIT TO YOUR CRIMES AND TELL ME WHO SAW THE FIRST PART OF THIS CHAPTER WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY   PUBLISHED THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE??

THERE WERE THREE OF YOU, NOW WHO DID IT?🔥🔥🔥