*Sans and Eliver run into Frisk's room, Frisk is laying on their bed, their SOUL is levitating above them, slowly cracking*

Bendy: They didn't say anything about their SOUL.... I asked them and they said that their SOUL was fine... That they were just tired!  I don't know what's going on...

Sans: What's wrong with the kid in the first place?!

Bendy: I don't exactly have time to explain this, Sans! *The SOUL cracks even more, Frisk's HP is now at 6* I just don't want them to die... *Bendy looks nervously at Frisk*

Sans: *Sigh* I don't really know if I can- *Sans looks at Frisk's SOUL for a moment* Bendy, have you touched the kid at all?

Bendy: Yeah, when we got up the stairs, I had to carry them the rest of the way. Why? Did I make them like this?!

Sans: No, but soon you'll be like them! *Sans backs Eliver and himself up, levitating Bendy to sit at the end of the bed* This is a magical illness, it almost always gets caught by skeletons, but it's incredibly contagious.... It's spread through physical contact only.... Papyrus said that he had it a couple days ago, that must be where you got it from...

Frisk: I-It... hurts...

Sans: I-I know, Frisk. Trust me... But the illness can also be swapped out to another person... *He starts to walk towards Frisk* Frisk, you've never had this before. If you keep it, then you will die. I'm asking you, can I take it for you?

Frisk: B-But then... You'll die....

Sans: No I won't, Frisk... Skeletons are meant to be able to live with this... It's like a humans cold to us... So, can I take this or you? *Frisk's HP goes down to 4 and they hesitantly nod their head yes* Alright... C'mere... *Sans places his hand on Frisk's forehead, after a few seconds, he lets go* Welp, I should probably get to my room so that I don't contaminate anybody!

Frisk: W-What about Bendy?

Sans: Oh... yeah... *He does the same thing that he did with Frisk to Bendy, neither of them seemed even comfortable in the same room as each other* There ya go....

Bendy: Thanks . . .

Sans: Welp! Again, I gotta go! Don't wanna contaminate anybody! *He walks out the door as quickly as he can, and to his room*

Frisk: Well... *They sit up*  At least everything should be fine now... Right?

Bendy: Yeah, Frisk... Everything's fine...

Frisk: Are you okay, Bendy?

Bendy: *Tightens his fists* Everything's FINE! *Bendy stands, and walks out the door*

Frisk: *Looks sadly at the door* Poor Sans, he's sick... Poor Bendy, he's upset......... Poor wall, it's cracked from the door being slammed shut so many times...