there may be errors, use of google translate, female reader, hint of death, bodily injury
My boots squelched loudly, my clothes were soaking wet, and water flowed in streams from my hair onto my face, which was incredibly infuriating and frightening at the same time. The rain poured like a wall, not even allowing you to really see the area around, because of which you are completely lost in the labyrinths of Waterfall. Then a severe pain pierces your leg and you, not keeping your balance, fly into the water. The pool captures you, and the clothes pull you to the bottom. You were about to rise, but, twitching upwards, you realized with horror that you couldnāt. The lower part of the body was entangled in some kind of algae, and the twisted leg caught on some kind of snag and now painfully "screamed". Panic seized your mind, and being unable to control the situation, you began to flounder and kick, trying to cope with the forces of nature. You almost run out of air, your eyes begin to grow cloudy, and your attempts to get out become weaker and weaker...
From the embrace of death, you are abruptly snatched up by a jerk, and a new portion of pain that follows it. You are rudely thrown onto a stone shore and hit on the back, forcing you to spit out water and begin to breathe rapidly. You can again feel the cold coming from the subfloor, the thorny plants still entangling your feet a little, the water flowing. They also pick you up in their arms and rush somewhere. You can see a familiar figure in the savior.
- "Punk, well, you, of course, are an idiot! It's necessary to go out in such a rain and also almost drown!"
The fish was cursing at you as it tried to reach the optimal water temperature as you carefully pulled down your pants, already lying in the tub. A sudden angry growl made you flinch and stare at your friend.
The fish abruptly directs a jet of warm enough water at you and, laughing because of your squeal and wide frightened eyes, shoves the shower head into your hands, and, muttering something like: - "Call me when you're done." - She jumped out of the room before you sprayed her back. You, having looked at the slammed door for a couple of seconds, pulled off the remaining ice clothes until you were completely frozen, and began to warm yourself in a warm bath.
Not hearing an answer, you shouted again, only longer and louder, to which you heard:
- "Don't yell! I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Hearing the approaching familiar steps, you fell silent, realizing that the fish was already there.
- "What, did you let the water out of the bathroom?"
Quickly pulling out the cork, you felt a slight weakening of the pain in your ankle and returned to your original sitting position.
- "Well, that's it? Otherwise, if you still have to dry the towel that has just dried up ..."
The door opened slightly, and several things flew at you at once: a terry towel, some kind of dark blue house jacket a couple of sizes larger than yours, and black pajama pants, which, again, were more than necessary. But you are still grateful to your girlfriend, because if not for this merman... You shake your head, not wanting to think about something like that anymore, and hurriedly pull on the clothes given to you. A couple of minutes later, Andi visited again, this time to help you get out of the bathroom, and from this room, in general, with your leg.
Gently pulling you out of the bathroom, she quickly brought you to the living room-kitchen and seated you on a chair at the already repaired and improved dining table. And then something clicked in her head.
- "Stop, I forgot about the pasta !!!"
She rushed like lightning to the pans, from which steam was already plentiful, and began to pour some spices into them, to stir something. After five minutes of cooking, under your curious and attentive gaze, the head of the royal guard put several plates in front of you. You were about to reach for the soup, when you were abruptly stopped.
- "Stop. You'll eat after we finish with the first help. Otherwise, with such a leg, what kind of training or competition can we talk about, eh, punk?"
Said the fish, already rummaging through the closet.
- "Oh, I found it! Excellent!"
Pulling out a small white box with a red plus on it, she jumped up to you.
"Now don't move, you understand?"
And, surprisingly, carefully and attentively, she began to bandage your leg. After a couple of minutes, when the fish finished, she put a chair next to her, and, putting your leg at a special inclination, applied ice to the swollen place.
- "It will help. Now you can eat."
Undi plopped down in front of her and quickly began to munch on the slightly cooled food, which is: soup with some kind of meat substitute, coarsely chopped carrots and potatoes, spaghetti with her favorite bright red tomato paste, a couple of purchased donuts and a cup of hot tea from golden flowers. The same was with you.
"Listen, Undyne, how do you even know how to treat sprains?"
The merman stared at you inquiringly, not understanding the question right away.
- "Well, you treated me, but how do you even know how to do it?"
- āOh, this? So when Asgore trained me, I didnāt get such ācombat woundsā, punk.
- "Not" aaa ", but let's eat."
- "Yes, I eat, I eat, do not be afraid."
Surprisingly, dinner was not so bad, even... Delicious. Yes, yes, the fish is making progress in cooking. You couldn't help but mention it, to which you received a wide toothy smile and the affirmation that next time you will cook together again.
Did you know that Undyne has very comfortable cots? Where does she even get flip-flops? So after all, you need to put Papyrus somewhere for the night. In general, they fed you, gave you drink, treated you, put you to bed, and then ... They laughed at your luck for a long time. But you're not mad at your girlfriend, right?
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