Bendy panted as he slowly came down from an ink attack; what it’s called when his illness flared up… he was panting and blinking away tears, looking around in almost a daze. Next to him laid an open bottle of pain meds, with pills scattered around, from when he blindly downed a small amount- at least the pain stopped, and his symptoms had calmed down… he slowly pushed himself up, his red eyes scanning his surroundings… he has hid in an alley when his symptoms flared up, as to not worry his group