Sick [Closed rp]
@the-merciful-human [Continued from here.] Frisk moved closer leaning onto the bed as Papyrus tried to move away from what he saw as a threat. His magic flickered attempting to summon a wall of bones to protected him, but its fizzed out withing a second.....so much for a that idea.... Frisk pressed the pill onto his fangs, and handed him a glass of water; demanding that he take it, and after a pause of hesitance he grabbed the pill, and swallowed it, along with a big gulp of water. He spilled the water onto himself as he began practically hacking out a lung.....he hated taking medicine... He looked down at himself, and frowned. Papyrus dropped the now empty cup on the bed, and sighed. Great. He’s sick, being taken care of by an enemy, and he spilled shit on him self like a toddler. Does the humility ever end? “Goddammit...”