"Breathe, my friend," Asgore urged, soothing a glowing hand over the small skeleton's skull. Sans gasped, but the resulting pulse of magic seemed to clear his head a little. He latched onto the plating of Asgore's armor, almost desperately. 

"f-frisk-!"

"Sshh, Sans," Toriel cooed gently, standing closer so she could add her own comfort. “Frisk is safe, remember? She’s here. Shhh”

“f..fr...frisk?” Sans asked again, confused and the female Monster was unsure if he’d even heard her at all.

He was still trying to claw at his ribs, a little less now, however as his eye lights focused onto Toriel’s face and then Asgore’s.

“Yes, Sans. Remember? You’re safe too now, with me, Asgore, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys and Frisk. No one’s going to ever hurt you again. We’ll make sure of it. Shhh...There we go.” Toriel continued to coax, gently she eased Sans hands away, noticing the bandages had come loose slightly, one of the splints even starting to slip from its spot and fell to the ground. She frowned at the sight of it, knowing she’d need to rewrap them again so the bones could heal properly and in place.

Frisk decided to stand up as well. Putting Flowey down on the floor as she walked over to her mother and reached up her hand to grab Sans’s own. “Sans please… I’m okay. I promise I am. You saved me.” 

Sans turned his skull to look at the child from his position and tears filled his sockets as he took in the human. “f-frisk…!” He cried reaching out for her.

Asgore lowered himself onto the floor, helping Sans to sit up in his arms and gather the human into his arms as Sans began to sob, clinging to Frisk. As if afraid if he’d let her go she’d be in danger again as they clung.

Frisk hugged the trembling, frail skeleton back. Being mindful of the still broken bones underneath all those bandages and splints holding him together. She started to cry a little too as he held her. “Th...Thank you Sans… For everything. I’m so sorry, Sans. I’m sorry you had to be the one to suffer for me again.” She whispered to him.

Sans shook slightly, holding her desperately still. So grateful he was that she was unharmed as Sans cried. Frisk and the others in the tent didn’t know how long it took but eventually, or apparently Sans had cried himself to sheer exhaustion as he began to fall back into a numbing sleep. Asgore gently helped pry Sans away from Frisk, gently handing him back to Papyrus who let Sans to fall sound asleep in his arms.

The Forgotten was still out there, and though that bothered him greatly, Papyrus felt that they finally had a chance to rest for a little while. He was determined to keep his brother and Frisk safe from it no matter what. He wasn’t going to let anything this terrible happen again, so long as he could do something about it.

Asgore and the others looked somberly over to the two skeleton brothers. “You should get some rest, Papyrus. I will discuss with Gerson and Toriel what needs to be done now, and you and the others will be informed.”

Papyrus nodded, exhaustion also finally starting to win the war over his body, as he held Sans gently against his body, his hand soothing over Sans skull in a soothing manner. “Okay.”