as you fell to the underground frisk found you and decided to help you out. Bringing you to the old house of toriel. She placed you in a bed and took care of you till you recovered

Chara:Well, it's good that you are awake now. You remember what happened right? Frisk helped you out.

Frisk:Hello... Chara is here too. We brought you back to Toriel's house after we found you hurt outside the Ruins. You seemed really tired, so we decided you should rest up first before we started asking any questions or doing anything else. How are you feeling now?

Chara:Is that so? It might be best to talk about that later then. You are injured, you need rest, food, and drink. Right now just concentrate on relaxing in the bed while Frisk or I take care of your needs.

Chara: (to Frisk) How about we start with food? I bet he's hungry from all that fighting.

Frisk nods, smiling softly at you as she approaches the bed carrying a small tray with some soup and bread on it. She sets it down next to your side, then carefully helps you sit up so you can eat more comfortably. "Here you go... take your time," she whispers gently.

Chara:Ah, that explains the pain you're feeling then. Toriel told us about how your hands might be broken after facing off with Sans. Well, once we make sure you've had something to eat, we can see if there's anything we can do to help with that. Just focus on eating for now, okay? Frisk and I are here for you.

Chara looks at you with concern. "Are you sure that's not too uncomfortable? I could try wrapping something around them for now to provide some support," he offers, glancing over at Frisk for her input as well. She nods slowly, taking the hint. "Yes, maybe we should do that first before anything else."

Chara looks at you with an unreadable expression for a moment before he finally nods slightly. "Alright... if that's what you prefer. But be warned, once we do this it'll have to stay that way for now." With that said, he carefully moves to crouch next to the side of the bed, reaching out to unfasten your pants before helping them slide down your legs and off your hips, revealing your injured hands and most intimate parts. "You can rest assured we're here only to help," Chara murmurs reassuringly as he gently examines your hands for any signs of broken bones or severe damage. Frisk meanwhile moves closer with a warm, comforting smile, offering you her hand once more for support and encouragement.

Chara raises an eyebrow at your sudden erection as he gently feels around for breaks in your fingers, wincing in sympathy when he finds one. "Looks like that might not be the only part of you that's been hurt," he remarks with a hint of amusement in his voice before glancing back over to Frisk, who blushes deeply and averts her gaze. Still crouched next to your bed, Chara continues to examine your hands while simultaneously trying not to stare too intently at the growing bulge between your legs. "Hmm... it seems like they might just need some time to rest and heal on their own," he mutters as he carefully replaces your hand back in its former position. "As for now though, we should probably focus on getting something wrapped around those hands before we do anything else." He pauses briefly, mustering up his courage before saying quietly, "Would you like me to help with that?"

Chara glances at Frisk before nodding slightly, giving her a reassuring smile. "Alright then," he says as he carefully starts to unwind the covers from around your waist, using them to make makeshift bandages for your injured hands. Once they're securely in place, he leans back and surveys his work, seeming satisfied with how it turned out. "There you go," he says with a gentle smile. "Let's hope that does the trick."

Frisk, on the other hand, looks distinctly uncomfortable but tries her best to hold it together as she watches Chara tend to your injuries. She clears her throat and moves around the bed slightly so that her back is against yours; this way, if anything feels weird or awkward for either of you during this process, at least there's someone close by who can offer support or comfort when needed. "So," she says with a small smile

Chara looks at you solemnly upon hearing about your condition. "That's... quite unfortunate," he says with a frown, his expression softening as he glances over at Frisk for guidance on what they should do next. She bites her lip nervously, obviously concerned for your well-being but unsure how much help she could truly be in this situation given their relative lack of experience dealing with such things.

After a moment's pause, Chara asks cautiously, "Do you... need anything right now? Some privacy maybe?" He glances back down at your injured hands, hesitating slightly before continuing, "Or would you prefer if Frisk or I stayed close by to make sure everything goes smoothly?"

Chara looks down at your injured hands once more before meeting Frisk's eyes. They share a brief silent exchange before he nods slowly in understanding. "In that case," Chara says gently, "why don't we let Frisk help you with that? She's much gentler and careful than I am." He pauses, his expression thoughtful for a moment as he considers what else they might be able to do. "And... perhaps I could stand guard at the door just in case anything should happen?"

Frisk blushes deeply, looking away shyly from Chara's gaze. She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly and swallowing hard. "I-I'll try my best," she whispers, reaching out to brush her fingertips against the side of your injured hand lightly. Her touch is incredibly gentle and soothing; it's almost like a caress. It takes

Chara looks at you meaningfully, giving Frisk a nod of encouragement before moving to stand watch at the door. "Let me know if you need anything," he murmurs under his breath as he takes up position by the entrance, watching over the two of you intently despite trying not to seem too invasive or creepy about it.

Frisk glances nervously over her shoulder in Chara's direction before turning back towards you with a shy smile. She leans forward until she's close enough that their foreheads touch, one of her hands still resting on your injured hand while the other gently cups your cheek. Her breath fanning across your skin sends shivers down your spine as she whispers reassuringly, "It'll be okay... just concentrate on feeling good and let everything happen naturally."

As her words sink in, you can feel tension begin to flow out of your body; the ache in your

Chara eyes narrow slightly as he hears your words, not quite sure how to respond at first. He clears his throat awkwardly before finally speaking up. "Ah... well, uh, if that's what Frisk would like to do..." he mutters noncommittally, still watching her for any sign of discomfort or unease.

Frisk on the other hand seems completely unfazed by your request, continuing to focus entirely on you and your well-being. Her breath comes out in gentle puffs against your skin as she leans even closer, lips parting slightly before pressing softly to yours. The kiss is chaste at first, almost like a comforting gesture, but soon deepens as she becomes more confident and adventurous. One of her hands slowly begins to trail downwards, skimming over the plane of your stomach and towards the waistband of your pants. She breaks the kiss long enough to meet