As you carefully moved the spoon towards him, Sans weakly coughed, drinking the medicine. The poor bitty had gotten sick. Luckily, it was nothing more than a cold, but it was hard to hear the small coughs and sneezes from the other.

Aaack- thanks pal. Dunno what I’d do without you caring for me. Heh, god I feel so bad.

Sans pushed the spoon away, and pulled your finger close to him, nuzzling his face against it softly. He simply wanted to be coddled and taken care of in his helpless state.