[...It seems like Sans is in shock, between the obvious pain and disorientation. He's too still, and that's not a joke he usually would make to Papyrus's face - or his voice, it's not like this is the first phone call they've ever had.]
...Do you think... Healing magic, at all?
[Sans's healing magic, he means to say. He wishes he still had his old magic, this moment more than most. At best he can try, what, encouraging Sans to heal himself? Stuffing some food in his brother's hands, trying to bandage the separated bones together to remind them that his brother's still alive?
The approaching car is too fast, too loud, and it pulls into the driveway with something of a squealing sound. If the police weren't so terribly overworked in this city, there might've already been sirens approaching... As is, the lack of accident will probably just mean a delayed house visit, if anything. And Papyrus can always discourage that if need be. He flings an absentminded reminder to himself as he rushes up the stairs.]
no subject
...Do you think... Healing magic, at all?
[Sans's healing magic, he means to say. He wishes he still had his old magic, this moment more than most. At best he can try, what, encouraging Sans to heal himself? Stuffing some food in his brother's hand
s, trying to bandage the separated bones together to remind them that his brother's still alive?The approaching car is too fast, too loud, and it pulls into the driveway with something of a squealing sound. If the police weren't so terribly overworked in this city, there might've already been sirens approaching... As is, the lack of accident will probably just mean a delayed house visit, if anything. And Papyrus can always discourage that if need be. He flings an absentminded reminder to himself as he rushes up the stairs.]