Nico di Angelo is the (angelsbreath) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-09-22 01:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | nico di angelo, sans |
WHO: Sans and Nico
WHAT: Normally you need a priest before becoming a skeleton
WHERE: Hades' house
WHEN: 9/4
WARNINGS: All of the blood. Literally all of it.
Sans had started this morning actually feeling good - surprisingly energetic (for him, anyway), but had been feeling a little weird for most of the day, almost feverish - cold and hot in turns, achey and tired. He figured it was either the stress of school starting soon, or maybe just a summer cold to remember the season by, or something. When he got back to the di Angelo house, he got a glass of water, took a few aspirin, and went to take a nap.
However, when he woke up he felt even worse, with a pounding headache and a feeling that something was wrong. Sans stumbled to his feet and crashed into the bathroom, groping for the light switch. His vision was swimming and he hoped that a cold shock would help. So on went the cold water and he splashed some on his face. Still felt like crap, but a more awake crap. He grabbed a towel to dry off with and as he pulled it away from his face, noticed something stomach turning.
There was blood on the towel.
Okay. Just stay calm, Sans, maybe you’ve got a nosebleed. But no, the blood was on his cheeks, though there weren’t any cuts that he could feel. He looked up to check the mirror and see what was going on and...that was blood, yes, coming from his eyes. He didn’t scream but only because it got caught in his throat, and he stumbled back, knees suddenly weak. He collapsed against the wall and fought back panic.
Sans knew he needed help, and so his hands (which were bloody, with the blood, from his eyes) managed to find his phone and dial.
“Heyyy, Nico, buddy,” he said, voice a little strained, when Nico picked up. “Weird request. I’m gonna need a priest. Feeling the need for a father figure in my life.” The laugh that followed that joke was even more strangled.
***
Nico had gotten up early to take Cesare for a long walk and hunt for Pokemon and was actually on his way back to the house when he heard his cell phone ringing, recognizing Sans’ ringtone even before he got his phone all the way out of his pants pocket. He knew he should pull over to the side of the road before answering his phone but he didn’t think the call would take all that long. It was probably just Sans telling him they were out of hot dogs and asking if he could pick up some on the way home.
“Hey man what…” his voice trailed as he heard Sans start talking. He sounded bad. “What happened? What’s wrong? Is Pap okay?” He asked, fighting hard to keep the panic out of his voice as he drove, focusing on the road with only half his brain.
***
“Oh god, Pap - “ Sans hadn’t even thought of Papyrus, what would happen to his brother if he were to die or something else was to happen to him. “Listen, I think - I might be dying or something? Like just as a warning, there’s blood, I don’t know what’s going on but there’s blood and - okay. Do me a favor, if I die you need to take care of Pap for me, okay?” Sans wasn’t panicking, honestly, but mostly just because he felt so numb.
***
“You aren’t going to die,” Nico said his voice coming out tense as he tried to change lanes cautiously, speeding just a little. Cesare was buckled into his dog seat in the back. He’d be fine. “I’m heading home now. Just can you get back to your room and lie down? How much blood is there?” He said, knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.
***
“Just getting back to my skeleton roots - maybe I’m gonna turn into a skeleton? Like in the dreams? I’d have liked some warning, I’ve got a bone to pick with the universe for doing this.” Even he couldn’t laugh at that one, the panic starting to seep in since Nico sounded so panicked too, even if it was obvious that he was trying to hide it.
Sans tried to stand up but found that he couldn’t, body feeling too tired and weak, every muscle aching. “No,” he groaned, knocking his head against the wall. “And there’s - it’s coming out of my eyes and honestly any amount of blood out of the eyes is an eye-opening problem.”
***
Nico gave a weak laugh at Sans’ bad puns. “If you do we’ll have to train the dogs that yours aren’t bones they can take,” he said trying to joke. He took a deep breath as he saw the exit he needed and took it.
“Okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes and we’ll figure it out. ...It’s coming out of your eyes?” He asked, cursing under his breath. That didn’t sound good. At all.
***
“They’re spoiled, bones are too crunchy. Just gotta keep giving them hot dogs.” Okay maybe he could laugh at his own jokes, he wasn’t beyond that yet. That was a good sign. Phew.
“Yup, just eyeballing the amount it’s not a lot but, I mean, it’s still kinda worrying.” Sans tried to stand up again because the bathroom floor was uncomfortable and he was tired and he wanted to be in a bed. Plus he was starting to get cold, shivering a little. “I’m gonna try crawling back to bed, okay? I may die halfway back, just as a warning.”
***
“You’re the one who spoiled Cesare and you know it,” Nico teased his friend, trying to keep at least enough of his calm to get home safely. He wouldn’t do anyone any good if he wrecked his car.
“I’ll be home in about five minutes and then I can help you get to your room. It’ll be okay Sans.” He said trying to comfort both of them at the same time. They had gloves he was sure and he would just make sure not to come in contact with the blood. That should be fine right?
***
Sans had barely managed to make it onto his side, so the news that Nico was almost home was quite welcome - he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it on his own, no matter how much he pretended. “Don’t let my buddy see me like this, I’m a bloody mess, it’ll scar him,” Sans said, forcing a chuckle. He was starting to feel even worse, if that was possible.
***
Nico wanted to call Will, ask him what to do but at the same time he didn’t want to get off the phone with Sans. He’d call Will later, once he got Sans into bed. “Don’t worry. I’ll put Cesare in one of the downstairs rooms for right now.” He promised. He would have anyway. He didn’t know what would happen to his dog if exposed to this. And he definitely didn’t want to find out.
He pulled into the driveway a couple minutes later and turned off the engine, grabbing Cesare from the backseat before heading into the house. He put the little greyhound in what had been his mom’s studio and closed the door before heading upstairs to find Sans, stopping long enough to find a pair of plastic gloves. He opened doors as he came to them, finally reaching the bathroom and pulling the gloves on when he saw Sans inside, grateful for his long sleeves. “Hey. Come on let’s get you to your room and then we’ll figure out what to do.”
***
Sans wasn’t sure how much time had passed but was vaguely aware of Nico talking to him on the phone, only hanging up when Sans heard the car in the drive. The time in between the call cutting off and Nico showing up seemed to take an age, and Sans blinked up at him when he appeared.
“Smart,” he said, waving a hand at the gloves. “Very smart. And it’s glovely to see you. You bathroom floor isn’t very comfortable, just FYI.”
Sans managed to push himself up so he was sitting, although it hurt to do it. He wasn’t going to be much help in getting himself back to bed, and he told Nico so and apologized.
***
Nico gave a weak sigh and rolled his eyes as he helped Sans to his feet at that pun. “Yeah. I’ll keep that in mind in case I ever want to sleep in here. See if the tub isn’t more comfortable,” he said trying to joke around a little as he helped his friend to the room he’d been staying in. “For now though let’s get you comfortable okay?” He opened the door to Sans’ room and helped him over to the bed, supporting most of his weight without complaint as they went.
“I’m going to get you some water and stuff okay? And then I’ll be back.” He said once he got him settled comfortably on the bed. He paused at the door to give him a friendly, reassuring smile before slipping out of the room and cursing under his breath in Italian downstairs and back.
***
“Still got it,” Sans said with a weak chuckle. “Even bleeding from the eyes, I’m going balls to the wall. And I’m sure the tub was way more comfortable but I’m not sure I could have made it in. This whole being upright thing is hard enough, I deserve a standing ovation.”
The bed was a welcome relief and Sans sank down onto it with a groan, dropping to the side. Getting his legs onto the bed as well took a monumental effort, and pushing himself up enough for Nico to get the blanket from under him. After that, he wasn’t good for much else. Just kinda collapsing onto the bed and waiting for him to come back.
Nico wasn’t exactly subtle as he left the room, and Sans heard his voice fade down the hall. He didn’t have to know Italian to guess at what was being said, and Sans wholly agreed. He felt like hell, and he had a feeling it was only going to get worse.
He dozed off before Nico got back, but when he woke up again he was aware, distantly, that something was Very Wrong. The feeling only got worse as he woke up, and then it was too late and he was throwing up. Great.
***
Nico gave him a weak smile as he covered him up with the blanket. “I’ll make sure to give you one when you’re feeling better.” Which he hoped was soon. He wasn’t good at dealing with sick people. But he was trying because this was his best friend. Probably the best friend he’d ever had.
As soon as he came back into the room he was glad that he’d thought to grab one of the basins they used to hold spare containers to carry everything back upstairs because he could dump it out on the other side of the bed and hold it under San’s mouth to catch the vomit. He looked away and focused on breathing through his mouth so that he wouldn’t get sick himself. “It’s alright Sans. You’re going to be fine.” He said trying to reassure both of them.
***
“Nico, buddy, never be a nurse,” Sans said, sucking in a few heaving breaths and wiping his face - still bleeding, awesome. He flopped back onto the bed and reached out for one of the water bottles Nico had brought, sipping it since his stomach was still rolling. “I think I’m just gonna pass out for a while and hopefully quit bleeding on everything.” Or, y’know, die, that was also always an option he was pretty sure, especially when you were bleeding from the eyes. That was just really kind of an indication.
***
“Are you kidding? I’d want to redecorate the entire hospital. Paint the rooms different colors. Break up the white some,” Nico said, forcing a smile on his face as he turned his attention back to his friend. “I’ll be here if you need me. In the chair,” he said, moving to sit in it and pulling his phone out to check his messages. He was going to force himself to believe that this would all be okay somehow. Because he couldn’t let himself believe otherwise.