[It's a sliver of relief to see Sans looking up at him - his pov - even with those hazy eyes. But only a sliver, because he remembers that secondhand memory of Sans's death well enough to know how slow that death had been, and...]

How bad is it?! I can see a little... S-Some bones, aren't attached.

[He cuts himself off a second time, because admitting to how bad the problem is surely won't help Sans to hold in there better. Promises to stick around or no.]

I'm just a block away now, I'll be up in moments.