That is indeed blood, blood that he tries to wipe away and only ends up smearing on his sleeve. He makes a face, letting out a soft groan before turning bleary eyes back to Frisk.

Make more? How is he... right. Right. It's worth a shot at least... He raises a hand to try to manipulate more of the data, but the pills don't completely materialize. They float, transparent in midair, and as Neil tries once more, the only reward he gets is another violent coughing fit.