Frisk's head felt like it was gonna split in half. Her shoulder burned like fire. Undyne had barely managed to remove the fragment of engine from her shoulder. It had passed through her skin and muscles like air, and had burrowed deep into her bone, splitting it like glass. Blood dripped out of the wound. "Haven't you dealt with broken bones?" Armin asked. "I have, but not like this." Undyne replied. She held Frisk's hand as she stapled the bone back together. She let out a soft whimper, but kept relatively quiet. Undyne stitched her muscles and skin back together as well. Cid huffed, "Now the engine is broken!" Sans was pissed by this sly comment. He yelled to the driver, "Land the airship, NOW." His glowing blue eye scared the driver into stopping. Cid was not happy about this. "Why the hell are we sto-"
Smack!
Sans backhanded Cid, the sound of bone hitting skin echoing throughout the ship. Cid froze, as a bruise on his face developed quickly. "What. The fuck. Is wrong with you?" Sans roared. "Frisk got seriously injured, and all you care about is your goddamn ship? I'm so sick of FUCKWADS like you!" Tifa hissed, "Oh hell naw!" and backed away slowly. Sans was about to snap. Frisk got up. "Wait, Frisk! Don't!" began Alphys. Sans summoned a gasterblaster. It was now or never. Frisk hissed, "Sans! Sit down." She waited a full 5 seconds before finishing, "NOW." Sans froze. He had never seen Frisk so mad. He sat down. "Sorry, kiddo." he replied apologetically.