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Boris x ink illness!reader

A/N: ayyy are we finally gettin some angst up in here?
Also quick question who do y'all see as Boris? I think he's Wally. Also he gonna talk in this bc I don't know how to write this without at least one conversation

You laid curled up in bed, your eyes closed in a fake sleep.

It felt as if something was tearing at your guts. You had grown used to it, though.

You had always felt pains similar to this, ever since you were young. Your father used to work at the studio, and often brought you in. (Who's ya daddy)

One day, you had found yourself caught in an ink spill. Thats where it began.

You were brought back to the moment by a few plucks at a banjo. Boris. He had brought you here, to the safe house. Neither of you really wanted to leave, especially with your condition.

You called it the ink illness. And it was kicking in pretty strongly right now. Heaving yourself out of the bed, you stumbled to the bathroom.

While the room wasn't exactly clean, it was a great place to be when you had an episode.

Clutching your stomach, you stumbled as ink burst from your throat. Leaning over, you vomited pure ink, tears dribbling down your face alongside the ink as you let out a groan.

Boris quickly made his way over once he heard you, hesitating as he peeked in at you.

You glanced at him before more ink flowed out of your mouth. Boris quickly made his way over, deciding that the glance was his cue to go over.

It sounded bad. You let out a choked gag before more ink poured from your mouth. You were shaking, your skin pale and spotted with sweat.

You hadn't had an attack this bad in a while. Boris rested a hand on your shoulder, his gaze full of pity as he watched.

There was nothing he could do but comfort you.

Eventually, you collapsed. Boris quickly lifted your shuddering body out of the ink, fear jolting through him.

You gagged, coughing up a few more drops of ink... but for the most part, it was over. You sobbed quietly, your throat raw and painful.

Boris carried you bridal style back to the bed, gently laying you down. He left, soon returning with a can of bacon soup.

There was no water- it would have to do for now.

Ignoring it, you reached up for Boris. He frowned, leaning close- you grabbed his face and lightly booped his nose with your own.

Smiling weakly at him, you began drifting off into a light sleep. Boris stayed by your side, a dull gray blush dusting his cheeks.