(I DONT SUPPORT ROUGE)

He didn’t know. He didn’t know at all—

You had the ink illness— and he had brought it back over some stupid gambling… granted he didn’t know you before that, but now that he did know you, and knew you were sick- He felt guilty.

“ How are you feeling? “

He asked, wiping the wet cloth over your forehead. You had just had an attack and were pretty out of it… Mugman, Boris, and Bendy stood off to the side, busying themselves with making you comfortable, cleaning your ink stained clothes, and just- genuinely worrying about you. The attack was sudden, leaving everyone shaken.

Felix was out grabbing food for everyone, so he wasn’t there when you got sick-

“ You hit your head pretty hard— Does it hurt?? “

Cuphead asked another question- Which you didn’t answer, drifting in and out of consciousness. Cuphead hated to admit it but— God. He- He cared about you..