"I'm not better." He's never not sick. He's not actively seizing, sure (is anymore the right word for it if it technically never happened? Fuck, his head hurts), but he's not feeling any better than he was. The panic isn't easing, and the knot in his chest isn't loosening.

None of it feels better. He's just dragged Max out here with his bullshit, and he's made Sans push himself to the point of personal exhaustion.

What's even the point of him?

"Can everyone...is everyone just gonna leave me alone now?" He hates that he sounds like he's begging, fuck. "Please?"