He leaned against the tree, holding his chest tightly as he coughed up ink. He was having another one of his ink attacks, and it was pretty bad. .

He was trembling terribly, and he didn’t have any pills with him at the moment, his brother, Boris had them. .

«D-Damnit. . I knew I should’ve k-kept them. . .»

Bendy muttered as he dropped to his knees, coughing up even more ink. The ink began to come down from His head. .