[There's no signs that Asriel threw anything up, just him curling in on himself as the waves of nausea hit hard and fast. The world around him is blurry, and it's Mettaton's voice that starts to bring him back to his senses.]
Met... Mettaton...
[It's hard to talk without wanting to throw up again, but it's not like he's got anything to throw up anyway.]
hi sad uncle
Met... Mettaton...
[It's hard to talk without wanting to throw up again, but it's not like he's got anything to throw up anyway.]
I don't... feel good...