Boris fearfully got down to Bendy's level, placing an unsteady hand on the demon's shoulder. "Are you okay?" The wolf murmured shakily. The fiend sharply sucked in a breath through his teeth as he attempted to get to his feet. Boris quickly heaved forward to catch Bendy before he fell. "I just got shot... in the leg." Bendy grumbled as he sourly took the gesture. Slowly but surely, the fiend was hoisted to his feet. "Why don't you take a wild fuckin' guess." The demon added with a heave.

Weakly, the fiend stood, grunting softly as he tried to reduce the weight on his right leg. Boris grit his teeth with a scrunch in his nose as he watched the toon beside him struggling to stand, meanwhile Charley and Edgar were growing impatient as they glared. The chimp loosely motioned his head for them to follow as he twisted heel, and the weary duo of demon and wolf did just that. Boris tried his best to hold Bendy upright, keeping his pace slow to not overwhelm the fiend. Appreciating the speed of the walk, the demon grit his teeth as he gathered a simple phrase.

"Thanks, kid." Bendy muttered weakly, his limp almost as prominent as the pain in his voice. The wolf replied with a phony smile, his words being hushed away by his own fear. Boris looked lost, every so often his eyes darted around as if he was looking for something. The fiend took note of the behavior, glancing towards the duo in front of them before he spoke. "There's no use," Bendy mumbled hushly, "we're just gonna have to listen to them."

The wolf swallowed as he stared at the backs of the Butcher Gang's heads before turning his gaze towards the limping demon beside him. Boris wetted his lips briefly, "Are you sure?" The lanky canine whispered. Bendy gave a frail nod of the head with an inaudible huff as he turned his face away, "If only my aim wasn't off." The fiend grumbled under his breath.

Edgar glanced behind his back with pure hostility, causing the both of them to fall silent as they slowly followed. Boris' heart felt like it dropped down to his stomach as he was glared at, but within a few heartbeats the beady eyes were torn away from him. After a while of processing the hostile notion, Boris shakily exhaled when he felt like it was quiet for long enough. "Are you gonna be okay...?" The wolf whimpered under his breath. Bendy paused for a good moment before mustering a painfully fragile grin and a warm look towards Boris. "Yeah, I'll be alright." The demon replied softly.

"Hey!"

The sudden shout made the toons silently speaking to each other halt in conversation. "Keep your mouths shut unless you have a death wish." Edgar spat behind his shoulder, his accomplice beside him not even bothering to comment.

Boris' eyes glimmered with fear before his voice lowered to a nearly silent whisper. "At least they're keeping us alive, right?" The wolf was disheartened to receive a weak shake of the head in reply. "Only as long as they need us." Bendy responded with a small grunt. Without a second to spare, Edgar sharply halted in his footsteps and spun around to face the duo refusing to stay silent. "What the fuck did I just say?" The spider practically shouted. Charley stopped in his lopsided steps to place a comforting hand on the spider's shoulder, "Let it go." The chimp murmured gently. Edgar took in an irritated breath at the response from his leader. "You said that if they didn't listen we could-"

"And have they not been?" Charley questioned firmly.

The spider fell silent, his eyes stained into the chimp's. With a huff of the nostrils, Edgar hushly took Charley's rebuttal into consideration. "Yeah..." The spider grumbled bitterly. 

"Good. Then let's keep moving, shall we?" The chimp questioned, more so in the direction of Bendy and Boris. The wolf gave a weary nod of the head while the demon narrowed his eyes.

Little did they know, that their destination was to Bendy's own car. By the time they finally reached it, the vehicle's owner was out of breath. Boris firmly kept hold of his struggling partner even after they stopped walking, paying close attention to how the demon shifted his body so that he wouldn't collapse to his knees. Charley noticed this, his eyes showing a glimmer of pleasure. "I must admit it's amusing to witness you struggling, Benjamin." The chimp noted with a smirk.

"And here I thought you'd be able to stand up for yourself like you always do." Charley commented with a harsh chuckle. Boris shakily took in a breath, wanting so badly to snap a bitter reply but kept his mouth shut for the good of the both of them. "Now, I won't dilly dally for too long. I'm sure you're curious why I stopped you in the first place." The chimp began. Bendy sucked in a breath, "'Stopping' us is a little too kind of a word, don't you think?" The demon growled sharply through his pain. Charley was stricken by the backtalk, his demeanor suddenly getting cold. "Well, it would have been a much friendlier visit, had you not tested my patience." The toon spat under his breath. Edgar was growing impatient with each passing word.

"Where is it?"

All gazes but Charley's shifted to the spider speaking. Boris slowly shook his head at the question, "W-Wha-?"

"I didn't ask you beans for brains, I asked the cripple." The toon hissed back, anger lining every syllable he spoke. Bendy grit his teeth at the comment and bitterly spat his bloodied saliva in the direction of Edgar, his face showing pure hostility. "I don't know what you're asking me." The demon snarled. The spider took a step closer, only for Charley to try and draw him back with a hand. Edgar swatted the gesture away, "You know damn well what we want." The toon muttered. Boris noticed Bendy putting more weight on his hold, watching as the demon tried to stand up straighter in his crumbling agony. "What? My cassette tapes? Fuckin' take 'em." Bendy remarked smugly.

Without so much as a sound more, Edgar sprang his pistol into view and pointed the head in the direction of the demon's face. Boris showed an immense amount of fear while Bendy merely raised a brow at the gesture.

"Ink." The spider grumbled curtly. "Ink?" The demon repeated, phony confusion in his tone. He gave an underlying smirk as Edgar seemed to double back facially. "You're gonna have to be a little more specific, I think my leg injury might be messing with my critical thinking." Bendy sarcastically muttered back, watching with amusement in his gaze as Edgar grew increasingly impatient. The toon holding the weapon flicked back the safety lever of his gun. "Where do you keep it in your damn car?" Edgar growled. "Is that specific enough for you?"

Bendy raised his brows with faulty realization. "Oh... that." The demon murmured, fighting back a snicker as the spider only got more agitated. "Well, I can't remember, don't you recall I can't walk properly?"

"Don't play smart with me, imp. I doubt a bullet to the brain would do you much justice either." The spider bitterly growled. The fiend narrowed his eyes. "Go ahead." He mumbled under his breath, his previous teasing tone vanishing in thin air. Everyone froze.

"Pump my body full of holes, then see how well you can find it." Bendy spat with pure hostility in his tone. Edgar's eyes widened in fearful bewilderment, but it was gone in an instant as his finger twitchingly curved around the trigger.

Without a moment more of hesitance, Charley pulled a pistol of his own from his vest and targeted the aim of his gun directly on Boris, clicking back the safety lever not even a moment later. The wolf's face flushed with horror, and Bendy jolted forward at the expense of his already flimsy balance. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey! HEY!" The demon shouted. The chimp's lips slowly curved into a grin as Bendy blocked his aim. "I'll tell you if you j-just... put that damn thing away." Bendy exclaimed with an extended hand. Charley loosened his posture as a wider smirk crept on his lips. Bendy sighed with underlying relief as the chimp lowered his pistol from the wolf's direction.

"Lower dashboard in the back," The demon explained in a low tone, "there's a key to a compartment under the passenger's seat."

Charley gave a victorious chuckle as he slunk his weapon slyly back in his overshirt. Without a word, the toon glanced in the direction of Edgar, whom of which was already lowering his own weapon from the demon. The spider gave a brief nod before swinging open the car door and eagerly rummaging through the car, abiding to directions given by the crippled fiend. Within a few more moments of loud scrambling, there was a bold shout from the interior.

"Charley, you're gonna have to bring the car around!"

Through trial and error, Bendy had to watch helplessly as his vehicle was robbed of everything he worked for. It was about as painful as his throbbing shin, and there was nothing he could do about either. When Charley and Edgar cleaned out whatever they could possibly snatch, they hopped in their car and left without even bothering to say any half-assed goodbyes. The duo of wolf and demon sourly watched the car leave, silently basking in the atmosphere without a word to each other. Eventually Bendy tried to take a step forward on his own, only to groan in underlying agony. Boris lightly shook his head, his hands shaking underneath the demon's weight. "What are we g-gonna do now?" The wolf murmured quietly.

The demon exhaled deeply, silently processing the question before he met gazes with the toon beside him. "You drivin'?"

The car felt empty. With the lack of ink capsules in the vehicle, Bendy was shit out of luck. He was losing fluids rapidly from the wound in the core of his shin and there was nothing to his aid. His gloves were tainted with scarlet and he struggled to move while he was assisted into the passenger's seat. As Boris was helping Bendy get all strapped in for the ride, the wolf only then started to recognize how deep the wound really was. His curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself reaching towards the wound. 

"It looks... bad..." Boris murmured softly as his hand got dangerously close to the gash. Bendy instinctively grit his teeth, "Well, don't touch it!" The demon snapped. Boris immediately jolting his hand away. "Sorry! I-I didn't know it..." The wolf's voice trailed as Bendy gently shook his head. "It's alright." The fiend mumbled, his voice showing clear exhaustion. Boris didn't step away from his spot, his eyes gently gazing along Bendy's current state.

"How do you feel?" The wolf murmured. Bendy weakly managed to grin, "About getting shot in the leg?" The fiend questioned with a raised brow. Boris shook his head slowly, unamused by the comment. "No, I mean in g-general." The toon corrected with distress in his features. The demon started to give a low chuckle, the wolf feeling a little embarrassed for the question. "I'm just worried!" Boris exclaimed. Even when the laughter faded, Bendy still bared a smirk. "It feels really numb for the most part, it's the occasional sting that gets me." Bendy suddenly sucked in through his teeth as he grasped tighter around his wound. "Oh yeah, and the throbbing pain, that too." The demon groaned under his breath. Boris gently opened his mouth to speak, only for him to shut it quickly afterwards. 

Bendy loosely caught onto the notion, "What?" He questioned hoarsely with another grunt. Boris huffed through his nostrils. "You didn't have to do that, you know." The wolf murmured gently as he sheepishly rubbed his arm. The demon wearily adjusted his seating posture, careful not to disturb his aching shin. "Do what?"

"W-Well..." Boris let out a weary sigh, "you should have just let Charley shoot me, it's my fault we got caught up in that mess." The wolf murmured quietly. Bendy furrowed his brows, "It's not." Boris lifted his head ever so slightly at the remark. The demon bit the inside of his cheek for a moment, "Well, it's kinda your fault." He corrected, causing the toon beside him to turn his gaze back to the ground.

"But it's kinda my fault too." Bendy added softly, resulting in Boris' shame to ever so slightly hinder. "How 'bout we just call it equal blame, yeah?" The demon suggested, his lips ever so slightly tilting towards a grin. The wolf's mouth curved into a soft smile, Bendy scoffing at the sight. "Besides, I didn't have much of a choice. There's no way in hell I'd be able to drive myself home." The demon commented with a smirk.  Boris couldn't help but snicker, Bendy feeling his vision grow dark for a moment. Shaking away the dizziness, the fiend gave a dry chuckle. "Okay, enough fuckin' around, I think I'm starting to blackout."

Boris caught himself and stood from his place. "Right, right. Sorry, got a little caught in the moment there." The wolf exclaimed anxiously before shutting the passenger's door and rushing around the front of the car. Bendy shook his head with pure amusement in his grin as he watched, "You and me both, kid." The demon murmured under his breath.

"Do you want me to get you anything beside the ace bandages?" Boris asked through a rolled down window as he stood outside of the driver's side door. Bendy gave a loose shrug, "I could go for a bag of chips and a smoke." The demon stated plainly. Boris fidgeted a bit as he glanced around the gas station eagerly. "Don't you have a pack in here somewhere?" The wolf questioned, his voice thinned with impatience. Bendy's eyes lit up, "Oh yeah, shit." The demon responded as he sifted through the compartment between the two seats. Grabbing hold of the cube of thin cardboard, he unhesitantly flipped it open, only for his lips to curve into a frown. "Uh oh, party foul." Bendy stated flatly as he showed off the empty box. Boris groaned under his breath. "Brand?"

"Uhhh, Lays."

"No, I mean of cigarettes."

"Just grab whatever. Hurry up, I think I'm dying."

"Don't say that!" Boris exclaimed, receiving a shit-eating grin from Bendy. "Of hunger." The demon added under his breath, visibly holding back a snicker. The wolf fought the urge to go around the car and smack his passenger upside the head. He quickly decided against it once he pondered the situation and stormed inside the glass-ridden doors of the puny gas station store instead.

Grabbing hold of the filthy metal handle, he gave the door a sharp tug and a duo of bells that clung to it rang just above him to alert the clerk of his presence. Without a second thought, Boris slunk down the isles, first skimming through the cheap medical supplies before finding what he needed. Grabbing a few boxes of gauze laced cotton and ace bandages, he held them tightly in his grasp as he ran to the next isle, finding an array of snacks. Swiftly scanning his eyes along the brands, he found the bundle of Lays chips and grabbed one without a moment to spare.

Out of breath, Boris practically slammed his items on the counter, receiving a bewildered look from the clerk. "How much for these?" The wolf asked as he caught his breath. The toon behind the counter silently slid a handheld calculator in front of himself.

"Could I g-get a pack of cigarettes too? Your pick on the brand." The wolf requested boldly. The cashier paused what he was doing and gave him a stern look, raising a brow at the sight of the scrawny toon. Regardless of his thoughts, the clerk did as asked; turning and scanning the wide selection of nicotine rolls. 

"O-Oh, and make sure they're light, if you can." Boris added as he anxiously tapped on the counter. A few moments later, the cashier plucked a pack from the bunch and placed it neatly on the counter. Going back to his calculator, he punched numbers into the puny device for a few moments before twisting it around and tapping on the numbers shown on the screen. Seven dollars and ninety-four cents. Quickly, the wolf patted his pockets before his face went white and he slowly mustered an awkward smile. "I-I uh, I forgot to grab my money clip from the car." Boris murmured gently, mortification in his words. The toon behind the counter merely blinked. The wolf felt as if he was sweating underneath his hat, "R..Right, well, I'm gonna go grab it real quick." Boris exclaimed quickly, briefly gesturing a thumb towards the entrance before bolting out the door.

Skidding to a halt, Boris glanced around the car, intense nervous energy in his movements. Bendy tiredly looked up from his hands, "What's the problem?" The demon mumbled.

"Money?"

Lazily, the demon patted his pockets before slowly reaching for the glovebox, only for him to stop for a moment and shake his head firmly. The fiend rubbed his temples, "They took everything except for some change, kid." Bendy responded with a slur in his words. Suddenly, he placed his hand in one the cupholders, the clinging of metal responding to the notin. The fiend lifted his hand and showed off his palm, offering for Boris to take the few loose pennies and nickels he held. The wolf breathily took them. Staring at the money he held in his grasp, he felt his stomach drop at the sight. 

"I don't think this is even gonna be enough for the ace bandages." Boris murmured, his eyes glittering with worry as he lifted his gaze. Bendy thinned his lips in a line for a few moments before giving a loose shrug as his tired eyes met with the wolf's anxious ones. Boris shook away the look with distress before rushed back inside, carrying the loose change close to him.

The cashier gave the wolf a plain look as he hurriedly slammed down the coins on the counter, some of them twirling in place for a few moments before lying flat on their backs once more. "I know it isn't much but can I at least get the bandages?" Boris begged breathily. The clerk looked at the change for a few moments, blinked, and glanced back at the toon across from him. "Please, at least one of them." The wolf insisted in a whine. With a few long moments of hesitation, the toon behind the counter slowly shoved the entire load on the table towards the wolf. Boris caught the notion and sturdily shook his head. "N-No, I don't need all this, he just-"

"Take it."

The clerk's voice gave Boris a bit of a jolt as he was interrupted. Wearily, the wolf's lips curved into a gracious smile. "Thank you," Boris exclaimed, "thank you so much." As Boris gathered up all that was generously given to him and rushed back out the door, the cashier couldn't help but grin. In that moment, the toon realized why the wolf had asked for 'light cigarettes'. They obviously weren't for himself.

"Mother o' lucifer, not so tight, kid!" Bendy grumbled through gritted teeth. Boris quickly unnipped the pin from the raveled bandages after the complaint was uttered. "Sorry!" The wolf exclaimed, attempting to unravel the wrapping from the demon's shin once more. Bendy swatted him away with a hand, "Here, I'll do it." The fiend insisted. Boris pulled his hands away, "Sorry..." He mumbled apologetically before reaching to start the car. After twisting the car key, the vehicle gave a loud rev of it's engine and the headlights flickered on. While he was pulling out of the gas station, the wolf watched as Bendy bandaged his wound with shaky hands out of the corner of his eye. Boris licked his lips and gripped tighter on the steering wheel as the silence was starting to nip at his stomach.

"I got you cigarettes and some Lays." Boris murmured quietly, nudging said bag with his elbow. Bendy gave the cloth strip around his shin a soft tug, "I saw 'em." The demon responded flatly. Wrapping up the task at his hands, Bendy pinned the end of his bandage. Slowly lowering his leg to the floor of the car, the fiend gave a long sigh. Almost immediately, he noticed the dark speck of scarlet staining into the bindings, but inwardly huffed it off as he reached for the items on the compartment between himself and the toon beside him. Bendy scoffed before picking up the pack of cigarettes and fiddling with the wrapper.

"Barbeque, eh?" The demon questioned as he began to peel off the thin plastic layer. Boris shrugged, "I-I wasn't really paying attention to what I was grabbing, sorry." The wolf murmured apologetically. Bendy popped one of the cigarettes in his mouth before reaching over to the electrical lighter and hovering it over the roll in his mouth for a few moments. "Wasn't complaining." The fiend stated simply, taking in a deep drag before even popping the button back in place. Although moments after placing the electrical lighter back, the demon was revolted. After holding in a breath for long enough, Bendy plucked the item from his lips and let out a loud fit of coughs. Boris glanced fearfully in the direction of the sputtering fiend, his movements anxious. "Are you okay?" The wolf questioned fearfully.

Bendy let out a few more husky coughs before slamming his chest with his fist firmly. After catching his breath and clearing his throat, he sighed.

"This tastes like ass."

Boris' shoulders relaxed at the comment, scoffing away his worry. "Should've been more specific." The wolf remarked with a tiny smirk. Bendy smacked his lips with a scowl on his face before rolling down his window and tossing the butt out. "Yeah." The demon muttered under his breath. Boris shook his head disapprovingly for a few moments before his mind wandered elsewhere. "How are you holding up over there?" The wolf asked, softening his tone. Bendy clicked his tongue, "Pretty out of it, but okay. I think the gauze helped a bit with the stinging." The demon responded, rubbing his eyes with exhaustion. "I might die." He added with a tiny smirk. Boris narrowed his gaze on the road, "Don't die just yet, we're almost there." The wolf commented. Bendy grunted under his breath as his readjusted his seated position. "No promises." The demon remarked.

The moment Boris parked the car in the driveway, he leapt from his seat and swiftly made his way around the hood. Promptly, he ushered Bendy out of the car and silently nudged the demon to walk at a faster pace than before. Even if the fiend was uncomfortable, the wolf knew he wouldn't be cracking jokes for much longer. He needed to lie down, and soon. Boris could tell by the demon's expression that he was near the point of falling unconscious. Deep down the wolf couldn't help but be thankful Bendy's even been able to keep his sense of humor during all this. The way he joked was a little worrying, but at least he found some way to keep his mind off of his bleeding shin.

Unsurprisingly, the others were dumbfounded at the sight of the demon with scarlet soaked beneath the knee. Boris hurriedly explained the situation and everyone systematically agreed that he should lay down in his office. While Chester and Boris helped heave Bendy up the stairs, Ricky and William gathered supplies to try and help with the wound. Not even five minutes after the duo of demon and wolf got in the door, all the toons in the household were planted in Bendy's office, tending to the problem at hand.

The first step was giving him several shots of ink to help pad the wound from the inside, but that didn't seem to help much. They made sure the demon was comfortably lying on his matress with the pillow prompting up his shin. They ended up using Bendy's coat as an alternative substitute for the lack of another pillow.

Unraveling the bandages, William didn't even bother to spare Boris a sideways glance as he spoke. "How long ago did this happen?" The canine questioned sturdily as he carefully removed the wrappings. Bendy looked as if he was trying to speak but before he could utter a word, he was interrupted.

"It's been about an hour." Boris murmured quietly. The larger toon narrowed his eyes at the reply for a few moments as his eyes scanned the now open wound on Bendy's shin. After a few moments of staring and plenty of anxious quiet, the largest toon of the bunch sighed deeply.

"This isn't good." William muttered under his breath. Boris' face twisted into worry, Chester and Ricky creeping closer behind him. "What? What's wrong?" The feline exclaimed anxiously, his signature grin nowhere to be found. William turned his gaze towards Boris, "Are you sure it's been only been an hour?" The canine asked. Boris swallowed, "Yeah...?" the wolf answered slowly.

"Positive?"

Boris gave a weary nod, receiving a long huff coming from William's nostrils. The canine glanced to his left, "Can one of you numbskulls snatch my pinzette and forceps from my bag." When the duo of raccoon and feline gave him wide eyed looks, William raised a brow. "Grabby thingys." The canine corrected curtly. Both of them let out a long expression of realization before Chester turned heel and rushed towards the bedroom. William spared the remaining toon a glance, "There's a liter of ink with tape over the lid on the bottom shelf to the right." The hefty toon explained carefully. Ricky blinked, "Orange label?" The raccoon questioned. William gave a firm nod. The scrawny rodent gave a disapproving snort, "But isn't that only for..." Ricky's last word barely managed to leave his tongue before his face flushed with realization. The canine turned his gaze away as the raccoon fiddled with the hem of his hat. "William," Ricky's voice suddenly got soft, "is it really that bad?"

"Not fatal." The toon corrected briskly. When the raccoon didn't move, William grew facially irritated. "But it'll only get worse if you mosy around." The canine snapped. Ricky caught himself almost immediately and turned tail, swiftly making his way down the stairs. Boris swallowed dryly as the silence began to overtake the room. When William hoisted himself up from towering over the barely conscious fiend, the wolf wetted his lips.

"Were we out for too long?"

William thinned his lips in a line with a soft glance towards the shaky toon beside him. Seeing the worry in the younger canine's gaze, he exhaled slowly from his nostrils. Softly, William gave a nod of the head with hesitance in the notion. Boris' stomach dropped, starting to feel numb in response to the silent reply. William placed his hand gently on the wolf's shoulder, giving it a few soft pats, "You did what you could." The canine reassured with a soft smile. Boris gave him a look resembling that of a lost puppy, only for the older toon to tenderly shake him. 

"And he'll be okay." The hefty toon murmured with a warm, comforting grin. Chester skidded in the room moments later, metal clinging around in his gloved hands. The feline handed over the tools neatly and William gave a soft nod in appreciation. The canine calmly thumbed through the plethora of tweezers, picking out one from the bunch and giving the handle a squeeze. "We just need to keep an eye on him tonight." Carefully, William laid the rest of his tools on the mattress beside Bendy's leg and pressed his index finger and thumb around the fiend's wound, narrowing his eyes at the sight. The demon twitched at the touch, the canine glancing towards his agonized leader. 

William licked his chaps briefly before he inched the tweezers towards the spot of scarlet with a careful eye. "Hold him down." The hefty toon muttered under his breath. Boris placed his shaky gloved hands on Bendy's shoulder and Chester quickly swung around to the foot of the bed. Just as the metal tips of the tool hovered half an inch from the open wound, William let out a huff. "This is gonna hurt you way more than it's gonna hurt me, Bennie."

Plucking the broken bullet from Bendy's leg was one of the most difficult processes Boris had the stomach to watch. Chester held down the demon's shins and the wolf had to keep the fiend from jolting up. It was painful enough to see William plucking the silver shells bit by bit, but having to hear Bendy groaning in pure agony was even worse. Every time the canine caught a piece in his tweezers, he carelessly tossed it on the sheets. And by the time all of the big chunks were extracted; the neat pile of tiny, bloodied shells were dusted into an already cluttered garbage bin. While William was doing one last sweep and swabbing up the leaking scarlet, Chester took out the trash in the fiend's office. Partially because he wanted to help, but also because he couldn't bare to be in the gloomy office any longer. In the middle of the procedure, Ricky slunk into the office and carried the requested ink jar neatly in his ragged hands. William had instructed him to stay back until everything was cleaned up.

Boris couldn't help but notice the unusual demeanor the raccoon carried throughout this entire fiasco. His eyes were shifty and his behavior was fidgety as he impatiently waited. It seemed out of character for him to be tapping the lid of the container anxiously as he glanced back and forth from his barely conscious leader to the hefty canine with his back turned.

The wolf turned his attention towards Bendy, whom of which had a blank expression as his eyes stained into William's handwork. Boris patted the fiend gently to take him out of his trance. Bendy blinked slowly and met eyes with the toon towering over him. The wolf smiled softly, the demon wearily doing the same. "Holding up okay?" Boris murmured in a hush tone. The fiend shrugged loosely, sluggish in his movements. "Well, apparently I have four days to live, so I guess I'm doing just swell."

"I didn't say you had four days to live, I said you had four days to recover." William corrected with no amusement attached to his tone. Bendy rolled his eyes mockingly before resting his gaze back to the toon beside him. "Same difference." The demon mumbled, exhaustion in his features. Boris grinned softly at the comment, lifting his eyes from the pain-stricken fiend. As he was turning his gaze back to Ricky, the wolf accidentally caught the raccoon's gaze for a moment, his stomach dropping at the cold glare. Ricky looked as if he was trying to gather up a snarl in his lip but not even a moment after his mouth curled he dropped it. There was a moment where Boris could have sworn the shorter toon's gaze got soft, but before he got the chance to process the raccoon already looked away. William let out a long huff and straightened his posture, plucking all of his tools from Bendy's mattress.

"Alright, all clean. How's it feel?" The canine murmured, sparing the fiend a glance. Bendy returned the question with an unamused glare and William chuckled under his breath. "It could've been worse." The hefty toon pointed out as he dusted himself off.

"Junior saved your skin." He added with a short glance. Ricky stepped closer to the canine, looking lost as he extended his arms to hand over the ink container. William tugged on the tips of his right glove and stripped the cover from his hand. Letting his palm air out for a moment, he flexed his fingers towards Ricky. The raccoon recognized the notion and gave the canine what he was silently requesting for. William swiftly unscrewed the lid and the strong aroma of ink flooded the room. The canine let out a short cough as the smell flooded his nose and placed the jar lid neatly to the side. Cupping his free hand into the sloshy liquid, he scooped up a healthy helping and quickly poured it onto Bendy's open wound. 

The demon jolted at the toon's touch, gritting his teeth and grumbling curses under his breath as William smothered his aching shin. When the canine finished up, he held his ink stained fingers in the air and handed the jar back to the raccoon standing beside him. Slowly, William got up from his seating spot, "Not sure how well coating it will work, but it's worth a shot." The hefty toon murmured, more to himself than anyone. "If it doesn't look any better in an hour we'll have to try injecting it again." William took his leave from the bedroom, his dirtied, ungloved hand still held in the air.

Boris thinned his lips in a line, the silence coming from Bendy and Ricky starting to become uncomfortable. The wolf shallowly swallowed as his mind wandered towards the jar that the short raccoon beside him carried. Boris sheepishly rubbed his neck as he gathered the courage to speak, "So, w-what's the deal with the orange label?"

Ricky gave him a sideways glare, his nose scrunching in distaste as he rested his eyes briefly on the wolf. "Emergency batch." The toon muttered curtly, loosening his shoulders with a sigh. Moments later the raccoon noticed the lanky canine getting ready to speak.

"For deeper tears." Ricky clarified, cutting Boris off before he could utter a word. The toon deeply exhaled, the wolf giving a fit of small nods in understanding. Glancing back at Bendy, Boris found the fiend to be barely awake. His eyes were the beaming image of exhaustion as they stained into his bare shin. The wolf's face showed resting grief as he couldn't find the words to comment at the sight.

Ricky reflected the look as William slipped back into the room with his right glove covering his hand once more. With a huff, the canine stood beside Ricky, shoving his hands in his pant pockets. "Chester is gonna sit out for the night." William murmured quietly to the bunch in the office. Boris turned his gaze towards the larger canine, tilting his head briefly. "Hitting the hay?" The wolf questioned, a tiny smile perking his lips. The hefty toon thinned his lips in a line, his expression indescribable. 

"He said he needed some time to himself." William corrected gently with a loose shrug. Boris' phony grin vanished, his eyes going wide for a moment before they settled again. Everyone went silent, shifty gazes flicking all around the room as they took in the atmosphere. A deep sigh from Bendy caused all eyes to flick towards him, each of them realizing that the fiend was now slumbering in his spot. Nobody dared to speak a word for a long while before Boris' eyes slowly drifted over to William.

"I'm okay with watching him for the night."

William crossed his arms with a long exhale as he processed the statement the wolf spoke. "You look tired." The canine pointed out with a slight raise of his brows. Boris shook his head feebly, "I'll be fine." He insisted. Ricky gave him a sideways glare before picking himself up and leaving the room without so much as a growl. Both canines followed the snarky raccoon with their eyes until he was out of sight.

Turning his head towards Boris, the larger toon of the duo mustered a weak grin. "If he wakes up and complains about his leg, come and get me, okay?" William murmured, tiredly raising his big brows for emphasis. The wolf gave a soft nod of the head in response and the hefty canine turned heel.

Boris silently watched the toon as he left with a puny grin on his lips, but when his eyes trailed back to Bendy, his smile curved into a resting frown. Boris stood for a good while until his gaze shifted to the wooden structure behind him, noticing a swivel chair placed neatly underneath Bendy's desk frame. Scooting it out of place, the wolf heaved himself in the seat and leaned against the backrest. It would be a long night, and in that very moment of realization, Boris felt bags developing under his eyes.  

A/N: Merry Christmas fellas, and a Happy New Year too ;3