Reader: has a small cold
Sans: “I GOT WATER AND BLANKETS! Do you need food?! Do you need other drinks? What’s your temp! Have you taken meds?!”
Blue:” I looked on webMD” shoving sans out of the way “either you have a cold. Or your dying or an incurable disease. Could be either”
Red: squeezing in next to blue “just give ‘em a shot of whiskey. That will kick the shit out of it”
Horror: bringing in soup. Towering over everyone “made you…some soup”
Nightmare: nesting in your bed with you “can all of you stop fawning like they are dying or something”
Dream: “Night you’re literally clinging to her-“ poking his head in and dodging the swat nightmare is flinging at him
Ink: “wow you guys are all in this tiny room!” Trying to squeeze in too
Sci Sans:”…….you’re all very bad at being doctors. Either get out of the way or get out” bringing you actual meds
Reader: completely dazed and confused….and very very loved.
