The cabin is quiet, the only sound being the soft crackle of the fire. The scent of pine mixes with the warmth that surrounds you, offering some comfort against the biting cold from outside. The snow falls gently, blanketing Snowdin in a soft, white hush. Despite the coziness, your body feels heavier than usual, the fever setting in, making everything feel a little hazy.

Wrapped in a soft blanket on the couch, you shift restlessly, your head spinning slightly. Papyrus, always the energetic soul, hovers over you, his usual enthusiasm replaced with a rare hint of concern.

Papyrus: “YOU’RE NOT LOOKING SO GOOD… ARE YOU FEELING OKAY? I CAN’T STAND TO SEE MY FRIEND NOT FEELING SUPER! I’LL—”

Before Papyrus can continue, the door creaks open, and Sans steps in. His familiar, laid-back presence fills the room, the faintest grin pulling at the corners of his skull as he looks over at you with that relaxed, sleepy gaze.

Sans: “hey, bro. you got the kid all wrapped up in a blanket and still lookin’ worried? that’s not like you.”

He strolls over casually, his slouched posture making everything feel a little less urgent, but somehow even more comforting. His presence softens the atmosphere, making the room feel warmer despite the chill of Snowdin.

Papyrus, still in a flurry of motion, crosses his arms in a huff, clearly not content with just standing back. Papyrus: “WELL, OF COURSE! NOW, SANS, WE MUST MAKE A PLAN—”

Sans simply chuckles, his voice smooth and calm. Sans: “relax, bro. just let ‘em chill for a bit. i think the best medicine right now is just… peace and quiet. plus, you’re always way too loud anyway.”

With that, Sans settles next to you, he adjusts the blanket around you, ensuring you’re as comfortable as possible. The firelight flickers softly across his skull, his presence a comforting weight beside you. Sans: “just take it easy. we’ll get you back on your feet soon, kid. don’t sweat it.”