"Aw, shit." Sans muttered to himself, already resolving to get an actual doctor down here. He'd have some explaining to do, sure, but it was an accident. He had that going for him, if nothing else. "I mean, uh, name's Sans, kid. Wish I had a dope alliteration going like you, that's gotta be fun to say."

When his hands made contact with Cyrus' wound, a wave of healing relief started pushing through his body. It was weak, only removing the pain and damage by small increments, but it was better than nothing.

"Howzat?"