Getting sleep was something that didn't come along easily last night. Toriel had insisted that Frisk should have come home, but all she wanted to do was sit at Sans' bedside and watch over him, hoping that he was going to wake up soon. He hadn't woken up at all since she had been watching him, and it just scared her: the idea of him never waking up again. Still, right now he was calmly breathing, so that had to be a good sign, right? 

Frisk had spoken a little to Andrew since being here. He had woken up to eat and to be allowed to go to the bathroom. But he was still in bed on the count of his bad knee. It felt strange to be talking to him earlier, like nothing bad had ever happened. Like she had never attacked him and captured him and brought him to Sans for information. Well, he had brought it up a little, as he had been shocked that such a seemingly innocent girl was part of such a group. She still wasn't sure what would happen to him, but something told her he wouldn't just be let go under Sans' or Asgore's watch. 

Eventually, Andrew was able to get up and walk around after a couple of days - having a crutch to help him walk better on his injured leg. This made Frisk feel relieved to see that her friend was healing, however what didn't make her feel any better is that Sans was still bedridden, and still hadn't woken up. It was terrifying Frisk, scaring her into thinking that maybe it was something similar to a coma, that he could wake up in weeks, months, years, maybe even never. Damn it, why did Sans have to scare her like this? 

While everyone else had been seeming to recover for the past few days (with Gaster being awake more often, and Andrew having his leg healing), Sans had been not very reactive. Toriel had to keep telling her almost every day that he would be okay, that he was alive and right now that was the most important thing. That it might take awhile for the newly made cracks in his soul to heal. But how long was awhile? 

"You're really that anxious about him, huh?" Andrew had asked, as they had both been sitting, staring at the skeleton in silence for a short while. He had noticed just how anxious Frisk appeared. Just by the look in her eyes and the expression she held on her face almost all the time as of lately while being here, it was clear she was scared for her friend. 

"Of course I am. He's... Well... He's my best friend." Frisk wasn't really up to spilling the secret of her found feelings for Sans to another person. Only did she want Toriel to know, seeing as she had sort of broken down in front of her without being able to help it. Not to mention Toriel was the one who had hinted at the fact that she probably loved him. Seeing as Toriel had nailed the truth right then and there, she couldn't have lied very well about it. 

"Mhm. You know, I never would have took a girl like you to be friends with such a guy." Andrew admitted. At Frisk's confused look, he continued. "O-Oh, n-no! I don't mean it in a rude way. It's just... You two seem like almost opposites. He seems... I don't know, what I got from him is that he's pretty violent. And dangerous." Andrew murmured. He had been the one who was stabbed in the knee by him. "And you... You're more sweet and innocent seeming. I don't know, maybe I'm getting the wrong idea."

"You are wrong." Frisk bluntly said. "Sans isn't a bad, dangerous, violent person. Yes, he might do bad things but... It's complex, okay?" She exhaled, causing the both of them to fall into uncomfortable silence. She didn't like the sound of Andrew calling Sans dangerous. That's not what he was. To her he wasn't dangerous. He did do a lot of questionable things but... Only because he believed he had to, right? "Besides, it's not like I'm any better." Frisk admitted after a moment. "I shot a man in the head." 

"O-Oh... Woah." Andrew seemed almost lost for words at that. "I couldn't imagine what it's like to shoot another person. It always made me wonder why my parents and my brother were part of that group you decided to infiltrate... I wonder how they're doing."

"They might be just fine if they didn't get caught by the CIA." Frisk murmured. "But believe me, I didn't think I could ever imagine shooting another person either, but then I just did it. Bang, just like that. I pulled the trigger, and his life was gone." Frisk spoke quietly, looking like she was getting somewhat distraught with the more she spoke about it. It was clear it was something she wasn't proud of. Even if she saved Sans' life, she wasn't entirely proud of it. Besides, what if now she shot that guy for absolutely nothing? What if Sans were to die, and she had just shot that man for no reason? At least the fact that she saved Sans was something that was barely holding her back from wanting to go crazy over the fact that she killed someone.

"...Hey, how about we stop talking about this and go out and get something to eat?" Andrew suggested.

"You probably won't be allowed to leave. Seeing as you could tell someone about us... Besides, going out right now probably isn't a good idea." After all, Sans' little brother had been there at that whole incident. There was no telling if Papyrus had seen all their faces, and if he had seen Frisk's. If he had, there was always the chance he told the others about them, and would mention if he saw her, Sans or any of the others in public. It was his job after all.

"Perhaps we should just go eat at Grillby's then." Andrew said. Though, if truth be told, Frisk didn't want to leave Sans' side. What if he woke up while she was gone and he had no one to talk to? After all, because he was still resting, Gaster was asleep, so Sans wouldn't exactly be able to have a conversation with anyone. He'd be stuck alone with his own thoughts. 

"Come on, Frisk. You haven't really been eating much the past few days, and you can't stay glued to his side all day and all night. Sitting at his side won't make him recover any quicker, as sad as it is." Andrew told her, just saying how he saw it. Frisk had to look after herself, while also being concerned for Sans. Would it really be any good if she was only putting herself in bad health, just stressing and being worried over the skeleton? Not really. 

Wanting to protest, she paused, trying to think of something to say. However, she had nothing that she could think of to use as an argument and she sadly sighed with defeat, going to walk beside Andrew to go get some food at Grillby's. For a moment, she stared over her shoulder at the sleeping skeleton, just wishing and desperately hoping that he would wake soon.