[Sure enough, as the dust clears, Alphys is on the floor, lying on her side, back to where Mettaton is. Her phone is still in her hand, screen dark from disuse, and she doesn't appear to be moving.
Of course, Mettaton, if he's really looking, can also probably tell she's not breathing. Or at least, hasn't been, because after a few seconds, a large, hacking cough racks her body, and she curls in on herself with a groan.]
What's...
[It's hoarse, and all she can get out until she's coughing again, curling herself into a small ball as her chest tries to take the newly flowing oxygen from Mettaton's room into her lungs.]
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Of course, Mettaton, if he's really looking, can also probably tell she's not breathing. Or at least, hasn't been, because after a few seconds, a large, hacking cough racks her body, and she curls in on herself with a groan.]
What's...
[It's hoarse, and all she can get out until she's coughing again, curling herself into a small ball as her chest tries to take the newly flowing oxygen from Mettaton's room into her lungs.]