Habits Of My Heart (Bendy×Cuphead)

Chapter 15: Road To Recovery (Alternate chap)

Mugman's P.O.V
I hang up the phone and rush to the nearest hospital. "C'mon Boris. Stay with us." I mutter as I keep running. Boris lays in my arms, somewhat limp. "We're almost there, bud. C'mon be strong." I try my best to give him a small pep talk. When I finally enter the hospital, I go up to the first desk I see. I didn't even have to open my mouth before the lady at the desk motioned for me to follow her. I walk behind her, desperately wanting to go at a faster pace. A few doctors arrive, putting Boris on the gurney carefully. He stirs a bit and blinks. He notices me and speaks for the first time since he got shot. "M-Mugs?" He questions, voice wavering. "Yeah, Boris?" I ask, focusing on his face, trying not to look at the blood coming out. "I-I.... I'm not gonna die, right?" He asks looking scared of the answer. "What? N-No, bud, you aren't. I promise. You're gonna be fine." I say, squeezing his hand. The doctors start rolling the gurney away, but I stay at Boris's side, not wanting to leave him alone. "I'm just glad it was m-me.... not you." He tries his best to smile, despite the light slowly fading from his eyes. "No! No, Boris it should've been me.... it shouldn't have been you. You're so young, so full of life. I don't want that cut so short." I realize that the last part of my sentence was telling him that he was, indeed, going to die. His lips quaver. "I-I mean-no that's not what I meant! Boris, you're not going to die. I promise you aren't going to-" My sentence is cut short by Boris's finger on my mouth, silencing me. "Don't worry about it, Mugs. Don't make promises you can't keep. Even if it is to put my mind at ease. If I'm to die then I fully accept that fate." How brave he is for a 12-year-old. "Sir, you're going to have to wait in the waiting room now." The lady who assisted Boris and I had stopped me. My hand slips out of Boris's. "Ma'am please make sure he lives. Please." I look at her, tears blurring my vision. She sighs sadly. This must be the hard part of the job. "The doctors will do the best they can, sir." She pats my shoulder and walks off. I go outside wanting to be away from the tense atmosphere inside. I sink to the floor and pull my knees closer to my shaking body. "This'll be alright. It'll be okay. He's going to be okay. You promised yourself. You promised HIM." I mutter silently to myself, tears pooling out of my eyes. I hear some footsteps approaching but I think nothing of it until Cuphead speaks. "Mugman?" I look up at him trying to blink away my tears. He pulls me up. Without another thought, I pull him into a hug. He hugs back.

Bendy's P.O.V.
Unable to stay here any longer, I walk inside to what appears to be the front desk. The receptionist looks up and her eyes grow big with concern. "Excuse me little guy, are you okay?" She rushes to my side. "Wh-What? What are you talking about?" I ask. She lifts up my arm, ready to pull up the sleeve and examine my cuts. My eyes grow big as I yank my arm away from her, startling her in the process. "S-Sorry, m-ma'am... uhh no need to worry... it's ah... fake blood!" I give her a weak smile. She looks doubtful. "Are you sure? Because I can patch it right up for yo-" I cut her off "No! Th-That won't be necessary. Actually, I'm here to check in on someone." I rub the back of my neck nervously. She slowly walks to the back of the desk. "And who would you happen to be checking in on?" "Uh... B-Boris?" I state. Shr scans her list. "Ah, yes. The shooting victim. Sorry, but I'm not able to release any information on him yet. Whenever I gather any details, I'll come find you. Is he your big brother?" A sad smile appears on her face. "Uh n-no. I'm actually his big brother. Yeah, hard to belive. And thanks." I walk away. {The blood...} My mind tells me to go to the restroom, so I do so. I walk to a sink and pull up my sleeves, washing off the somewhat dried blood. "Dammit. Why did I do this? Now they'll be stuck with me forever." A sigh falls from my lips. The door opens and I freeze. "Oh, Bendy! There you are! Thank god. I've been looking everywhere for y-" He stops as he sees what I'm doing. For a few seconds he stands there, not knowing what to do. Then, he walks briskly to me and grabs my arm. "Bendy.... what-why-how.... why?!?!" He asks, looking at my cuts. I try my best to yank my arm away from him but he has a tight grip on my upper arm. {Welp, there's no way to avoid having this conversation now...} "What the f-HELL!!! How could you do this to yourself?!?? What if you actually cut deep enough to kill yourself?!?" He practically shouts. Tears blur my vision. "What if I wanted to cut deep enough to kill myself at the time?" I mutter looking away. "What the fuck! This is not the proper way to handle your stress! What if you did die??? What the hell would Boris do?" He asked, tightening his grip on my arm. "Those what-ifs can still come true, Cuphead." This seems to anger him even more. I'd be lying if I said it didn't scare me the least bit. He let go of my arm and slammed his fist down on the sink, causing me to jump. I back away a bit. "No! Those what-ifs better stay what-ifs!" He looks over at me, seeing the fear in my eyes and he immediately softens his gaze. He walks over to me. I back up more. He stops, the hurt in his eyes clearly visible. "Bendy. I'm... I'm sorry. Look, my anger got the best of me. I would never do anything to hurt you. Ever. You don't need my yelling and bickering. Especially at a time like this." He looks down. I rub my arm hesitantly. Once I've gathered enough courage, I walk up to Cuphead and hug him. His arms wrap tight around me as the feeling of warmth and safety overcomes me again. He nuzzles his head into my shoulder. "I'm sorry. But you don't have to hurt yourself. Although, it's understandable why you did that at the time though. I was being a complete jackass." He lets go of me and rests his head on mine, gazing into my eyes. "Forgive me?" He asks. I smile and nod. He returns the smile and kisses my forehead. "Now, can I see the cuts?" He asks, holding his hand out. I lay my arm in his hand as he gently traces his thumb over the cuts. Without a moments hesitation, he gently presses his lips to the cuts. I blush a bit and slowly take my arm away when he's done. "I love you. Even with the scars. With everything. Nothing about that is ever going to change." I nod as he holds my hand and leads me out. Mugman rushes over to us. "Guys! Where have you been!!?? You know what? Never mind. We can see Boris now!!!" He smiles and rushes over to Boris's room. Cupuead and I look at each other and walk over to the room Mugs went in. There, I see my little brother. Still alive. I run over to the side of the bed and bury my face in his chest. He laughs weakly. "Hey, Bendy." "Boris I swear you scared me so fucking much." Tears roll down my cheeks. He lifts my head up and wipes away my tears. "You don't have to be scared anymore bro. I'm still here." He smiles and hugs me. I hug him back tightly. Afraid to let go.

-Timeskip to a few months later-

Cuphead's P.O.V
Boris is doing great. He's happy and as healthy as he ever was. I confessed to Bendy that I broke our promise. He understood. But I had to make the promise again which is fine with me. Never again will I do anything so stupid. With Bendy, Boris, and Mugs by my side, nothing else matters. I'm glad Bendy and I followed our hearts. If that hadn't been the case, who knows what I would've been doing different at this moment. I'm just glad we're all happy and living. Until next time. Listen to the weird confusing habits of your hearts. It'll take you somewhere full of hope and happiness. Goodbye!

The End💖
A/N: Soooooo, I hope this was happy.😅 Hope ya'll liked it and thank you so much for reading this book and putting up with all the long waits. I'm glad there are peeps out there who like this book😊Welp. Bye! And thanks again for taking the time to read this book! Love you all💙