Tim just--stops breathing. Sans's eyesockets go wide as he watches Tim's body sort of lock up, his back arching, and he makes a sound like he's trying to breathe but can't.
"tim?"
He sits up a little. Another of those hissing breaths, like Tim's chest is collapsing, like he's trying to breathe through a straw. Every line of his body has gone tight, taut, like he's been turned green, but a thousand times worse.
Sans scrambles to his feet, completely forgetting that he was trying to keep his distance.
"tim--"
He goes to his side, only hesitates a moment before he reaches out to grip Tim's shoulder. There's no reaction whatsoever, just more tightness, another drag of breath, and oh god, he's dying. He's dying, that's what's happening. Sans scared him too much and now he's going to die.
"oh god."
This is worse than just fucking up, this is worse than just getting it wrong. Tim is dying, and Sans doesn't know what to do, and this is all his fault, all his fault, and for a second he's just sort of frozen, trying to hold on as Tim jerks and shudders.
"someone--i gotta--"
Tim needs a doctor. Do they even have doctors here anymore? He needs to call someone. Would Jay know what to do? He's not a doctor, but he knows Tim, but he's also the last person who should be here right now, isn't he? Papyrus--no. Alphys? No.
Someone, it has to be someone, Tim is going to die if he doesn't do anything.
Sans pulls out his phone and fumbles with it until he finds the first name he thinks might have any sort of chance of helping. He dials.
no subject
It gets even worse.
Tim just--stops breathing. Sans's eyesockets go wide as he watches Tim's body sort of lock up, his back arching, and he makes a sound like he's trying to breathe but can't.
"tim?"
He sits up a little. Another of those hissing breaths, like Tim's chest is collapsing, like he's trying to breathe through a straw. Every line of his body has gone tight, taut, like he's been turned green, but a thousand times worse.
Sans scrambles to his feet, completely forgetting that he was trying to keep his distance.
"tim--"
He goes to his side, only hesitates a moment before he reaches out to grip Tim's shoulder. There's no reaction whatsoever, just more tightness, another drag of breath, and oh god, he's dying. He's dying, that's what's happening. Sans scared him too much and now he's going to die.
"oh god."
This is worse than just fucking up, this is worse than just getting it wrong. Tim is dying, and Sans doesn't know what to do, and this is all his fault, all his fault, and for a second he's just sort of frozen, trying to hold on as Tim jerks and shudders.
"someone--i gotta--"
Tim needs a doctor. Do they even have doctors here anymore? He needs to call someone. Would Jay know what to do? He's not a doctor, but he knows Tim, but he's also the last person who should be here right now, isn't he? Papyrus--no. Alphys? No.
Someone, it has to be someone, Tim is going to die if he doesn't do anything.
Sans pulls out his phone and fumbles with it until he finds the first name he thinks might have any sort of chance of helping. He dials.
"max? max, i need help."