She lets out another worried little squeak at the blood, fumbling with her phone until she finds Nick's contact. It seems all their correspondance lately has been Bad News About Rey, but there's very little she can do about it when she could actually die.

So Alphys scrolls fast, grabs his name, and sends a fast (but urgent) text.

hey uh
no need to reply but
pls come to the lab right now
reys in trouble
need you