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Reader’s POV

Sans was at Grillby’s, Papyrus was out training with Undyne, and I was… I was dying. I felt like it anyway. Papyrus had made dinner and against Sans’ warning and my better judgment I ate it anyway. That’s why I’m sitting here on the bathroom floor on the verge of dying. Probably not literally but I feel terrible.

‘The one time I don’t go with Sans!’ I scolded myself and I leaned back against the wall across from the toilet. I had been feeling like I was going to throw up not too long after Papyrus left.
‘This is how I die… Death by spaghetti.’ I groan as my stomach twists just thinking about what I had just eaten. I lay down on the cool floor. I was burning up! I could barely stand, much less walk, and I was shaking uncontrollably. I could feel my eyes closing as if I was passing out.

For once Papyrus’ spaghetti looked edible. The pasta looked like it was actually cooked, the sauce didn’t look burned, and I couldn’t see any sequences in the sauce. When I put the first bite in my mouth I knew it tasted funny but I thought that was just because it was actually cooked properly. To my dismay I realized, too late, that there was in fact glitter in the sauce and glue on the spaghetti that was actually not spaghetti at all. At least it didn’t taste like spaghetti but I’m not sure what it was.

I asked why there was glue on the counter in the kitchen, “SO THAT THE SAUCE STICKS TO THE SPEGHETTI OF COURSE!” That was all Papyrus had said when I asked him about it. I love that goofy skeleton but his cooking might just kill me.

I laid there, weak, on the floor as my conciseness floated in and out. I finally heard the door open and without a hearty greeting bellowed throughout the house it must be Sans.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Usually I would be down stairs or on rare occasions I’d go sleep in Sans bed until he got home, it was nicer than the couch. Some nights Sans would let me keep the bed because he could sleep literally anywhere.

“Hey, Kid. I’m home. Sorry but tonight… Kid what’s wrong?” I felt Sans’ boney hands as they helped me to sit upright. I shivered from his cold touch. I groaned again from moving and held my stomach. I could barely open my eyes to look at him.

I sort of laughed when I could focus on his face. He looked scared and worried like I’d never seen him before. I was half expecting to hear him say “Told you so” when I answered him.

“Paps put glue and sparks in the dinner. I’m not even sure it was spaghetti.” I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. I felt my stomach turning, there was a burning feeling creeping up my throat, but I was too weak to move.

I opened my eyes when I felt a cold hand on my forehead. My breathing was labored and I felt like I was going to pass out again.

“You’re burning up, kiddo! What do I do? How can I help?” Sans voice was higher than normal. He was scared. I could only look at him before my conciseness started to leave me again. I felt my head hang down.

I heard as Sans pulled out his phone and called someone. I could hear his voice but none of the words registered with me until I felt him lift me up.

“It’ll be okay kid. Stick with me. I’m taking you to Grillby’s.” I shivered again as he held me close. “I know a shortcut.”

Grillby’s POV

I had just closed down the bar. I was just about to get started cleaning when my phone rang. I looked to see it was Sans. ‘Odd. He was just in here.’

“Hello?”

“Hey Grillby?” Whatever Sans wanted it must be important. Sans sounded worried. He rarely ever was serious and his voice broke as if he was fighting back tears.

“What’s wrong?” If Sans was worried it was a big deal… and he had called me.

“It’s the kid, (y/n)… They aren’t looking too hot. Not like you.” I smiled a little. At least he was still making puns. “I think they’re sick, but I don’t know what to do. They aren’t talking much, they’re burning up… You’re the only monster in the entire underground who knows anything about human sicknesses. I don’t… I…” His voice was staining more and more. He was really worried about (y/n). She had really become part of the family when she moved in with them.

“Bring them here. Now! I can take care of them. Don’t worry.”

I heard him take a shaky breathe in. “Okay. Thanks Grillbz.” The line cut off.

I knew he was just going to teleport here so I turned and walked into the back. I went into my apartment to start making accommodations for (y/n).

Reader’s POV

I was slowly waking up. I felt my arms were up behind my head and I was in a soft bed. When I opened my eyes I didn’t recognize the room I was in. I had sat up in a panic and took in a deep breathe.

I looked around the room. It looked to be a fairly neat and clean apartment. There was a closet and a dresser and the curtains were closed. I heard quick footsteps and the door swung open.

I looked in surprise to see Grillby standing there holding the door open in his work clothes. He looked worried. Before either of us could speak I felt a horrible sensation in my stomach. A look of horror must have crossed my face because Grillby stood to the side, holding the door open as I ran past him, and he held his other arm out pointing to a room immediately outside of the one I had been in.

It was the bathroom and the light was already on. I knelt in front of the toilet shaking. One hand was on either side. I felt a tingling sensation in my mouth as I swallowed. That ALWAYS happens right before I throw up.

I felt warmth on both sides of my face. It slid up over my ears and down the back of my neck gathering my hair up. I held a weak smile on my face for just a second knowing it had to be Grillby trying to hold my hair out of the way for me.

With my hair out conveniently out of the way… I hurled. It was probably the worst thing to ever happen in my life. I could taste the glue, see the glitter, and all that did was make me throw up again. As I sat there and continued to do that a few more times there was a warm hand that was placed on my back. It felt soothing as it made circles on my upper back.

When I was finally done I was too weak and shaky to move. I somehow ended up curled into Grillby. I was so cold and he was so warm. He had wrapped his arms around me and we just sat there for a moment.

“You need to drink something.” Grillby’s voice was low but authoritative. I tried to smile as I shook my head no.

“(Y/n)! You’re sick. You probably have food poisoning, or just poisoning! Either way you need to drink.” He was very concerned. I could hear it in his voice but I couldn’t see his face because my eyes kept closing on me.

“I’ll just throw it up. Don’t make me. Please.” I sounded horrible. My voice was horse and sounded scratchy.

There was a deep sigh. Then I was lifted into the air and was being carried back into the room with the bed. I was laid down and I stilled hadn’t opened my eyes. I felt as Grillby’s warmth retreated but a hand was placed on my head.

He was starting to take it away when I did my best to grab it. I took his hand in mine and pulled it closer. I pushed it on the bed and felt as he sat next to me. I place my forehead on top of his hand.

“Stay. You’re warm.” I heard a slight chuckle from the fire man.

“I’ll be right back I promise.” He pulled his hand away without much effort. I rolled back over onto my back. I felt very heavy again. I knew I wasn’t going to be awake when he came back so I just let myself sleep.

I could hear Grillby’s voice. He was talking slow and low. Then I felt a warm hand running up and down an outstretched arm. ‘What is going on?’

“(Y/n)? Can you hear me? You need to wake up. I have something for you to drink.” I heard him repeat that as he continued to rub my arm.

I groaned and opened my eyes to look at him. There was a slight smile on his face and he stopped rubbing my arm. I tried to sit up but he reached out stopped me. He took a pillow and used it to prop me up instead of sitting all the way up.

“Here. I made you something that should help.” He handed me a warm cup of tea. I held it in my hands to warm me up. I still felt cold. I looked at it internally debating if I should actually drink it or not.

“If you don’t drink I’ll put an I.V. in.” Grillby’s voice was more pleading than threatening. It was as if he knew what I was thinking. I looked at him and then the tea. ‘Couldn’t hurt to try.’
I took a sip and recognized it was Golden Flower tea, the kind I had with Undyne. I took another sip feeling the warmth spread in my stomach. It was good.

Grillby’s POV

She was actually drinking the tea. I felt accomplished. I didn’t want to have to put an I.V. in her. I knew HOW to do it but I’ve never actually done it before.

She suddenly gave me the back the cup. “Nope.” She shot out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I heard her throw up again.

‘At least she tried.’ I put the cup on the night stand and walked over to the bathroom doorway. She looked pale and weak. She was struggling to stand up. I quickly stepped over to her as she started to waver on her feet.

She grabbed my arms for balance. She did her best to smile up at me. “Sorry.”

I tilted my head. “Why are you sorry? I should be the one who’s sorry. You told me this would happen.”

She just shook her head and sort of fell into me. “Whoops… I mean I’m just sorry that you have to take care of me. See me like this. I know it must not be fun.”

I wrapped an arm around her to help her walk back to bed. “It’s not a problem at all. I take care of my friends.” I beamed as I saw a smile cross her face. When we got to the bed I gave her my hand to help steady herself.

She was still holding on to my hand when she looked up at me, “So… about that I.V.?”

“I haven’t actually done it before.” I looked at her to gauge her response.

Her shoulder’s moved for what I assumed was a shrug. “Can’t make me feel worse. Just make sure it’s in a vein and I’ll be fine.” I stared at her and she stared at my hand. She was rubbing little circles with her thumbs. She didn’t seem concerned at all and she really needed the fluids.

I sighed. “Okay. I’ve got to make a call to Alphys.”

“Okay.” She let go of my hand and sank into the pillows and closed her eyes.

I stood up as I pulled out my phone to call Alphys. I closed the door behind me as I continued into the living room to sit on the couch. I listened as the phone rang. I looked at the clock real quick. Sans had brought (y/n) over only six hours ago. ‘It’s going to be a long night!’

“H-hello?” The shy monster had picked up, she was probably watching anime.

“Hey Alphys it’s Grillby I have a favor to ask.”

“O-oh? Wh-what can I help you with?”

“I need some medical supplies. I need to put (y/n) on an I.V. Think you can help me?”

“What?! I me-mean yeah. What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s sick. Can’t keep anything down and is burning up. She needs fluids and soon.”

“Yeah. No problem.”

“Oh and Alphys?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Sans will be there to pick up the supplies. No need to come over. Not to be rude but he can get here faster…and she needs it as soon as she can get it.”

“O-oh. Okay. B-but I’ll come out to visit her later.”

“Yeah. I’ll let everyone know when she’s feeling better and can have visitors.”

“Okay… Bye.”

“Bye.”

I leaned back and rubbed my face. ‘One more call to make.’

I dialed Sans’ number and her picked it up on the first ring.

“Grillby? What’s wrong?” I had told him to go home and take care of Papyrus. When Papyrus found out (y/n) was sick he was a mess. We hadn’t told him it was because of his cooking. Sans thought it would be too much at one time. I told him I would call if there was any problems.

“I need you to go to Alphys’ lab. I need to put (y/n) on an I.V. and Alphys is getting the supplies together for me. Then come here. I wouldn’t have called if it could wait but… I’m worried about her Sans.”

There was a pause on the phone. “Alright. I’ll be right there… Have you ever done this before Grillbz?”

I didn’t know if I should admit I hadn’t or else he might not let me. But at the same time I didn’t want to lie to him and (y/n) needed the fluids. The slight pause was enough of an answer in its self. “No,” I admitted, “but I know how to. I’m the only one who would be able to do it and we both know that. She needs the fluids and this is the only way.”

More silence. “Okay.” Then the line went dead.