Still unconscious... Frisk was losing count of the days. Well, she knew it had to have at least been a week, right? A week since Sans had stopped talking. She missed hearing his voice in all honesty. She hated just sitting here, staring at him day in and day out, just hoping, wishing and maybe even praying that he would open those eye sockets of his. Not to mention she hadn't really gotten out much since he had been sleeping. She couldn't act and pretend to be happy, when she knew that Sans was not okay. 

Sighing, Frisk went to lean forward a little in her seat, going to reach out her arm, aiming her hand to gently touch Sans' skull. Barely touching her palm to his forehead, she was amazed at how smooth the bone was, that there didn't even seem like there was a single dent in it. She wasn't sure what had possessed her to do this, but she was just trying to be caring of Sans. Seeing if he had... A temperature or something.

Though, it hadn't been long that she had her hand placed upon his skull, because almost instantly she let out a small yelp, as a boney hand went to grab her wrist, likely purely out of reflex. Frisk's eyes were wide with shock, as she hadn't been expecting Sans to grab hold of her wrist, not to mention that his eyes had shot open, the pupils being completely gone. He had been unconscious, but now was he... Was he awake?!

"S-Sans! It's just me! It's Frisk!" Her voice shook in surprise. She tried to keep her voice down in the hope of not waking Gaster or Andrew. Sans' sockets widened by a tad, to see that what she was saying was in fact true. It was only her, not someone else who... Might have been there to hurt him. Slowly, his grip loosened on her wrist and she pulled her arm back. "S-Sans...?"

"sorry..." Was the first word Frisk heard Sans mutter, which was just surprising to her, considering Sans wasn't really one to apologise to her. "i didn't mean to scare ya... i just didn't know it was ya." Sans mumbled, groaning a little in pain as he slowly tried to sit up. A little alarmed, Frisk got out of her seat, wanting to help him. "leave it, i'm fine." Sans growled.

"You're clearly not fine. You're in pain. Don't push yourself, let me help you." Frisk told him, glad when Sans seemed to sigh in defeat. She gently tried to grip his shoulders, helping him sit up, while also making sure his pillows were comfortable behind him. He remained quiet the whole time, not bothering to complain. "It's good to see you awake." Frisk spoke up , finding it hard to fight back the smile that was appearing on her lips. It was shaking by a tad though, as she was resisting the urge to break down into tears. Sans was actually awake. "You scared us back there."

"i knew what i was doin'... ya don't have to blow it out of proportion... i'll be fine, kid... in pain for a bit, sure. but i'll be outta this bed before ya know it." He muttered. He glanced towards his dad, who looked peaceful while sleeping. He had been glad to have saved his life. What he did, he saw it being worth it.

"Yeah well, not until you're completely healthy again." Frisk told him. "You push yourself when you're still healing and you'll dust yourself."

"what are ya? my mom?" He mumbled, before the pair of them both fell quiet. Frisk was back to sitting in her seat, just staring at the skeleton in disbelief. She couldn't believe it. He was actually awake. Alive and awake, that's what he was - sitting up in bed before her and it was so hard to wrap her brain around. Because during the time that he had been unconscious, she had been freaking out over the fact that he might never wake up again. Then here he was, seeming so conscious of everything, back to his normal self where he rolled his eyes and complained. Frisk didn't mind at all, she just couldn't help but smile as she began to become teary eyed. Sans noticed this, giving her a confused expression.

"what's up with ya?" He asked. She simply shook her head, trying to hold back the tears; she couldn't. Suddenly, she just broke down into a sob, taking the sitting skeleton completely off guard as he wasn't really sure of how to respond. He wasn't good at dealing with crying people. 

"You idiot!" Frisk snapped out of the blue. Sans rose an eyebrow at her. "You scared the living hell out of me, you know! I saved your life and then moments later you just decided to put yourself back in the balance! Absolute dumbo! I could strangle you!" She growled, before she started to smile. "I'm just... I'm glad that you're okay. I... I was scared you were going to die." 

"...well, i'm not dead. see? i'm alive, and fine. calm down, ya don't have to make a big deal outta it..." He sighed. He paused, allowing her to continue crying, wondering what he could say. "how long have i been out?" He questioned, as Frisk was trying to recollect herself so she could answer his question. Carefully wiping away her own tears, she looked back at the sitting skeleton with those blue eyes of hers.

"It's been at least a week... Toriel has been helping to look after you. That's why you got the thing connected to your soul." She pointed at the IV drip beside his bed. Following his eyes to where she pointed, he then proceeded to glance down at his own ribcage - he was covered by what almost looked like a hospital gown, but he could see some kind of wire that went through the gap in his ribs, obviously connecting with his soul. He wondered what that had been, guess Frisk had answered his question.

"...i see... man, i didn't expect it to be that long... and ya, ya look like ya haven't got sleep in a long fuckin' time. what's with that?" He demanded, earning a guilty giggle from Frisk.

"I... Um... Well, I've been... Sitting at your bedside a lot lately... Worrying about you." She admitted with a small shrug. "I haven't really been able to sleep, and I haven't been out much. Especially because we saw your brother. I was worried that maybe if he was out there somewhere, and he saw me, something bad would happen..." She was terrified of Sans getting taken away, or of any of them getting taken away. Everyone was like her family now. 

"...smh, that's just like ya to worry, ain't it?" Sans grumbled with a small roll of the eyes and a sigh. In all honesty, Frisk had expected him to be harsher, but he was probably drained after just waking up from what seemed like a short coma, that he didn't really have the energy to be so demanding. "ya worry too much for a guy like me. 'specially 'cause it's so easy to die doin' what we do. ya shouldn't make such a fuss."

"If that was the case, then I could say the same about you and your father." Frisk pointed out, knowing she probably struck a nerve when the pupils disappeared from his eyes, but she continued anyway. "Gaster - he's your dad, he's important to you. If that was really the way you thought, then you could have just left him and let him die. But you didn't. And well, to me you're... You're like family Sans." She wasn't outright admitting that she was in love with him. Right now, she didn't have the guts to do that, she knew she'd likely be rejected anyway. "And after losing my parents, since meeting you, Asriel and everyone... You've all become my family. I wouldn't want to lose any of you." 

"but... to me, gaster's worth the fuss..." Sans muttered. His dad was extremely important to him after all, always had been. Frisk sighed.

"Well, then you're worth the fuss to me." She told him, glad when he fell silent, not seeming to argue against her anymore

Because that was the way it was going to stay.