***make sure you read the last chapter before this one***

Bendy followed the nurse, and Boris clung to his arm like a magnet- he was the positive, Bendy the negative. But the demon did not mind at all. 

The nurse led them to an emptier section of the hospital, where very few patients stayed in rooms. 

She stopped to turn, and there was a corridor which no patients or regular toons could enter without the knowledge of a code. "2-0-1-9." It opened to reveal a long windowed observation room where Frank stood. 

Bendy felt Boris' grip tighten as they entered it.

"Ah, you're here!" Frank smiled and waved them to come forward. "Bendy, if you would just come here..." He held a syringe. The fluid was a muddy orange color.

The demon's eyes probed him for an explanation. 

"This is to, er, see how you deal with anxiety." 

Bendy gently pried his left arm out of the wolf's grip and held it out. He wanted this over with, so he would stop worrying.

The nurse led him into the glass box and quickly rushed out. He was uncomfortable alone. He glanced into the glass, but it was shadowed from the inside. He couldn't see Boris; and suddenly his heart rate escalated at the thought. 

Boris was his one and only existing thought. Was he watching? Where was he? He began to feel dizzy as the demon tried to reach through the walls, searching for the wolf's heartbeat. He quickly found it, and he realized the wolf was safe. His own heart slowed down to a normal rate, and he flashed a smile of relief towards the glass paned observation room. The doctor opened the door, an impressed look upon his face. 

"You did very well," he applauded. "Now let us try a different one." he pulled out the next needle, with a dark bluish liquid inside. "Arm," he said automatically. bendy complied, holding it out once more. And then, same as before the doctor rushed out of the room. Why did he have to rush...?

The fast working chemical hit him as he shivered. He knew now that the needle's fluid was toying with his thoughts... Toying with his head.

The demon gasped as the ink that ran down his face continuously began to slow. With one gloved hand, he wiped it away in astonishment. The ink was not running at all. 

The doctor peered closer through the pane of glass thoughtfully. 

But then, Bendy fell to his knees, the ink gushing out of his mouth, and then he couldn't breathe- his last stored bit of oxygen was running low. He could faintly hear a yell as two pairs of arms pulled him up, but his knees only buckled  beneath him. 

He was scared, now- he couldn't see, black spots danced across his vision.

"Cough it out, son, cough it out!" Frank yelled. Boris was saying things, too, but the ink demon could no longer hear as he passed under into forced subconscious. 

Boris was shaking. "What's happened to him?!" he cried. 

"He's unconscious," Frank muttered. He jammed a needle right into the old spot, and the demon's ink flow stopped. He took in sharp breaths to replenish his dangerously low supply of air. His chest rose up and down, slowly. It hurt to watch this, to see how he'd reacted with the chemical. 

Tears rolled down his snout. The nurse came in with a rolling bed and another nurse, who was male. He seemed reluctant to even touch the deformed toon, but when Frank looked at him- the male nurse nodded quickly and helped the strong female place the demon onto the bed. 

Frank sighed and turned to Boris. "I am truly sorry you had to witness that," he paused. "but we need to take him to a special room. I've already called Oswald, and he's coming to pick you up."

Boris whimpered. "Can I see him before I go...?"

The doctor nodded. "Of course. Follow me, please."

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Boris followed the doctor to a room. Bendy's vitals were laid out across a screen, and oxygen was being forced into his lungs. He did not stir, no matter how much the wolf wished it would. 

Oswald stepped into the room and exchanged quiet words with the doctor, face wild. The wolf paid them no mind. 

"Boris?"

The wolf was crying silent tears, now. He turned. 

The rabbit sighed. 

"Let's go home."

Boris nodded sadly, and with one last look at his brother he followed Oswald out of the hospital, and as they rode to his new home, he spoke no words, a forlorn expression pressed on his face. 

Bendy...

He leaned his head onto the window, and a clear visible tar rolled down the car's window. 

I'm sorry.

To Be Continued...

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EDIT: 7/6/19

For: Whatever I suppose.