You were currently laid down in your bed, vision slightly blurry and your forehead burning. You were ill, unfortunately. Being the third - and youngest - sibling of the family, you were pretty fragile. Your current predicament only caused your brother, Papyrus, to worry over you even more.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOU LOOK… UNWELL.” Papyrus said, sitting on the floor of your bedroom next to your bed, his eyesockets etched with concern. “DO YOU NEED ANY MORE MEDICINE? I CAN GET YOU SOME SNOW FROM OUTSIDE! IF THAT..HELPS?..MAYBE? PROBABLY NOT.” He rested his chin on his palm, trying his best to study how you were. “IS THERE ANYTHING?”