3rd POV
Sans was on the hospital bed hooked up to machines. While Pap was sitting on a chair next to him, holding his hand, squeezing it tightly. The room was quiet besides the sound of the machine for his heartbeat. Papyrus counted how long it was until a beat popped up. Then he heard no beats, he panicked "Sans! Sans! Oh no! No, no, no!" He shook Sans, tears flooded down Papyrus' face and he yelled for Alphy. She came and try to help but it failed he was gone..
~time skip~
It was 2 weeks since the funeral and Papyrus hadn't came outside since. He had a jar with Sans' dust in it and he kept it with him, Papyrus wished he had been there sooner to save Sans from that terrible suicide. But he was also mad, he wanted to get revenge on whoever made Sans do this. Papyrus hugged the jar and felt a presence just like he always did, he knew that Sans was there with him yet not there at all. Papyrus put the jar on the table next to his bed "Goodnight Sans, I love you." He then turned off the lights and went to sleep, and the nightmares began..