Boris flopped on the couch as soon as the door opened. As Oswald stepped in, he sighed, smiling softly. 'He shouldn't know,' the rabbit thought to himself. Though, the more he thought about it, he realized Boris would eventually find out. He would need to know. After all, this was all about his brother.

But- the wolf was just so innocent. He was still a little kid, despite his looks. Boris was intelligent, and heartbroken. He would soon link who this lady was. What if Shelly spoke to Boris about Bendy's troubles...? That wouldn't be good. Oswald sure as heck knew he wouldn't be able to lie and say that, no, he did not know anything about this. 

"Hey Dad?" 

The rabbit realized he was still in the doorway, and he gently shut the door. "Yes Boris?"

"Can I stay out of my room...?"

Oswald's mind geared for a few moments, until he remembered what made Boris's deformity show through. 

"Of course. Do you want me to get some pillows for the couch...?"

The wolf nodded, putting his gloved hands on his cheeks to hoist himself up. "Thanks Dad."

The rabbit nodded. "Anytime..." He moved into Boris' room and looked at the wall. 

I love you.

Don't worry,

Please.

So this is what had made Boris so upset... The rabbit sighed and looked away, stepping over to Boris' bed and picking up two pillows and a blanket. He then took one last glance towards the wall before stepping from the room, over to the couch, and tossed everything over the wolf. 

"Hey!" A muffled voice cried. Oswald laughed a bit and tugged the blanket off. Boris glared at Oswald and crossed his arms. 

"Eheh, sorry Boris... Do you need anything else from your room?"

The wolf eventually broke out into a grin. How could he not?

"No, I'm good now."

Oswald lightly chuckled a bit more, and pat his head, grinning. "All right... It's about one in the afternoon, you wanna just watch some toons while I cook us something?"

The wolf took his two pillows and set them behind him. After that he tucked the blanket around him, and squished himself against the couch, his no longer bandaged face propped to face the TV. 

The rabbit took the remote, turned the screen on, and tossed it to him. "Just search through the channels, okay?"

The wolf nodded, and looked through the channels. While Boris was searching for one he most likely would enjoy, the rabbit moved into the kitchen and opened the freezer. He took some bags of vegetables and tossed them onto the counter to thaw. Then, the rabbit ducked into the cupboards and grabbed a few spices, and then a pot. 

Boris surfed through the channels of different cartoons and settled on Looney Tunes. 

"Duck season!"

"Wabbit season"

A gun shot. 

Boris barked a small laugh, as he hadn't ever seen this show before. Earlier, he would have watched whatever Oswald put on, and when he was by himself he would settle on his brother's show. 

The wolf cuddled into the blankets, his snout morphing into a light smile.

Oswald filled a pot with water and left it to boil on the stove. He peeked to look at Boris every now and then, and he seemed fine. And each time, relief began to settle. Oswald knew the wolf tended to binge Bendy's show, and he had never intervened. Now, given the chance to pick again, he was relieved that the wolf hadn't immediately popped his brother's show into the slot. With a soft smile, the rabbit turned his attention back to what would be a late lunch of vegetable stew and began to chop some of the vegetables. 

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Throughout the time which Bendy laid down, he was dripping, body sort of warm, his face drippy with inky sweat. As Doctor Frank had foretold to Shelly that the effects of the liquids would leave through fever like symptoms. 

The demon's body shivered lightly, but he was not offered help. This was the best way for Bendy's body to fight through this. Frank had done as much as he dared, and that was with the immune system booster. 

Bendy's stomach rumbled again, but he felt too gross at the moment to ask for anything. He almost felt that, if he was to eat, he wouldn't be able to eat much. A few of his muscles twitched as he laid on his side to prevent the spines from damaging anything, his hands balling up into fists. His head throbbed, and something was heard. Thumps. 

Heartbeats. Though, they were very dull, which if he had to be honest he sort of liked more than hearing them resound inside his head like a hammer against his 'skull'.

The demon's hands relaxed to smooth the light sheets on the bed, sliding them up and down repeatedly, which calmed him. The sheets were no doubt sticky with dripping ink, but he didn't care. A headache was breezing over him, forcing his ink covered eyes to squeeze shut, not that that mattered. 

A few hours ticked by when the demon gradually began to hear his own heartbeat resonating. 

Time.

Time was ticking, and with that he was healing. The demon's head moved to rest upon the pillow. His eyesight was slowly returning, a dark fuzz blocking everything. But he could make out the bright light, which turned out grey. He moved his melting face to his hands and sighed lightly, unable to make out anything but that dark grey.

Bendy flexed both hands and gripped the sheets, tugging the sheets of the bed up and holding it. The demon then squeezed the sheets which were drying with his own inky sweat. Bendy's horns rattled lightly, a deeper vibration entering as he felt that familiar doctor's hand trail up one of his spines, making the ink demon flinch. Doctor Andrew carried a wipe, and tapped the demon's chin for him to raise his face a little higher. When Bendy finally understood and did this, the cool rag was wiped below his chin, taking some drool and sweat away from his face. 

Bendy squirmed a bit, the cool rag forcing a sharp chill through him as the rag moved to clear some of his ink. The demon knew his eyes were open, and when Doctor Frank pulled the rag away he hoped the friendly doctor saw what he wanted to see. 

"Not as clouded... Good." The cat moved the rag away, and watched just how fast the demon's ink dripped down his face. He set the rag into a small sink and wrote down the time he checked on the demon. In about three more hours, he would have to check again. 

About ninety percent of his eye was clouded.

Doctor Andrew set his clipboard down, and looked back at the demon. Bendy had laid his head down again, hands scrunching the sheets again. 

The cat looked away and headed over to his desk, sighing and sitting down. There was another email, and he clicked on it, guessing and realizing it wasn't from Doctor Frank, but just a scam mail. He deleted it, sitting back. His pie cut eyes looked down at some papers that had been shuffled around, and he sighed, messing with them to organize the papers into a file. 

One caught his eye. A picture with one of the Deformed was pasted onto a file. 

Alice Angel. 

The doctor recalled that angel. He hadn't done a test on her, as she was clarified not to be touched or tested. 

But now, with the demon... 

Doctor Andrew looked back at the demon to see him melting over the sheets once again. 

'Oh well, it'll stop soon.' the doctor thought. Bendy's stomach rumbled again, and he winced audibly. 

The doctor heard this and wondered if the demon knew he had whined at all. Shaking his head, Doctor Andrew stepped over quietly, though still at a distance. 

Bendy whined again, moving his legs to hug his chest.

'Oh, he's hungry...' the doctor nodded to himself and thought of something.

He stepped back to the drawers of his desk and pulled out a few snacks he had kept there for emergencies. Normally he would have just called one of his assistants to grab something, but he didn't want to upset the demon's stomach. 

He pulled out a pudding and a wrapped spoon. He looked at the date. Still fresh, so he began to lightly unwrap the top holding both things in one hand while he approached the demon, the other hand lightly touching a spine, tapping his chin. 

Bendy wiped his mouth with a glove and sat up with a little tired struggle, smelling something sweet in the air as the doctor held a spoonful of vanilla pudding, nearing the demon's lips before Bendy opened his mouth. 

The demon raised a hand to hold the pudding and spoon, to which Doctor Andrew helped him hold it correctly again. After a moment the cat doctor stepped back and watched as the demon began to eat himself, though it was a slow process as the demon realized he didn't have to chew it and just swallowed the pudding from the spoon, smiling lightly. After he finished the pudding the doctor gently took it away from him the demon said something very quiet. 

"Thank you..." he spoke quietly, afraid of how loud he would speak if he couldn't hear his own voice. 

Andrew pat the demon's shoulder, and replied. "Your welcome..." he knew he couldn't hear him, but that didn't matter. 

Bendy sighed and laid back down, curling back to his side and waited, his eyes hurting, though he didn't want to sleep. He slept enough for now, so he focused on moving his gloved hands over the sheets, which seemed to relax him and keep him away from annoying thoughts.

And, without having all these senses right now, Bendy didn't feel too terribly bad. He enjoyed having all his senses yet, at the same time, he got to hear his own head without all the background noise. And while the whispers weren't the best company, they were company.

Bendy caught himself dozing off when his thin neck began to hurt. With a very light sigh, Bendy turned to roll on his belly with his spines in mind, and rest his drippy forehead down.

Maybe...

Just a little nap...

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Also, sorry this took me 11 days to make another one! I (kind of) have a writers block, but I slapped it in the face and made this. 

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