The Toons Made In Hell (BendyxReader)

Chapter 2: The Splotches Of Ink

The dull beeping of a life support system echoed into my ears as my consience came back to me. My eyes slowly opened and I groaned, my leg felt so weird. I froze wait, the truck, the spinout! LILLY!? I bolted up and let out a panic'ed and pained cry as both fear and pain coursed through me. I more carefully swung my legs over the side of the bed, I stopped moving instantly. I stared in horror at my legs, or what was left of them. My right leg had been severed at the knee, I let out a choke of air. It was still healing I could tell I had been here in the hospital for at least four or five days. I whimpered staring at the leg, "I can't w-walk anymore?", it was like a horrible nightmare that I wouldn't be waking up from. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I looked around for some way to call for help.

I knowticed a small button and I pressed it, a voice echoed over it, "Your awake! I'll send a nurse to help you into a chair miss, L/n". I winced a chair, as in a wheel chair. I'm a cripple? Maybe I shoulda just stayed with Mr. Inky Glares and the sweet Boris, my eyes stared at my leg and I began crying again. The door opened and a woman with white hair walked in, I recognised her immediatly, "Mrs. Lea?", the womans eyes widened, "OH, I didn't realise you were the pateint, it's been so long dere!". I smiled sadly, she had been my medical teacher in my first year of highschool. I tilted my head at her and she saw my leg and I saw her face pale. "Oh god, your l-leg...", I looked down at the healing stump with my expression darkening, "Yeppers, guess it'll be okay though. I have an excuse for not exercising more now at least.", I smiled with force and she gave me a look, "Your too tough for your own good Y/n.". I giggled and she rolled her eyes at me, "You haven't changed much since highschool have you?", I smiled at her and she rolled the wheelchair to me.

She was about to help me but I waved my hand, "I played around with these back when I was in your class, I can get in it easy.", I slipped out of the bed and carefully and quickly sat in the chair. I felt uncomfortable instantly, my stomach hurt. "I'm supposed to send you to go eat in the hospitals cafeteria, so go ahead there, you should be able to leave already.", I nodded and I followed her rolling myself not wanting any extra help. I wondered where Lilly was instantly, "Mrs.Lea, w-where is Lilly?", I saw her expression change and she gave me a look and I understood, I looked down pain filling my heart. "That wreck was all over the news... I'm so sorry Y/n...", she kept her eyes forward after that and I was left to follow in my horrid thoughts. So I won't only not walk, but I'll never get to talk to my best friend ever again... Why did this happen? Why couldn't it have been me? I felt tears return to my eyes and we rolled into the cafeteria. Mrs.Lea turned and gave me an apoligetic look, "I'm sorry Y/n, if you need anything I still take gmail.", I nodded and gave her a reasurring smile.

I watched her walk away and once she left view my pain finally set in. I was hungry, but I didn't have it in me to actually bother with eating. Rolling out of the cafeteria and to the front desk, I got permission to leave. Rolling out I was met with the crisp and chilled wind of fall starting to settle in. It tossed my hair back and forth and I felt my tears spill down my cheeks finally. Rubbing my face I rolled towards home, luckily it wasn't far from here. A good 7 blocks later, I stared at my house a feeling of remorse and pain tugging in my heart, I felt myself slipping into depression quickly. Rolling up to the porch I saw someone had set up a wheelchair ramp and I tilted my head. Flowers and gift baskets littered the porch, I smiled weakly to myself. I froze when I saw a faded orangish paper letter and a can that had Bendy's face on it with wildflowers that looked wilted and near death. I quivered softly in the wind and rolled up the ramp to pick up the letter.

Dear Y/n,

I hope you get to read this, me and Bendy came by when you left. We waited to see if you'd be back, one of your artworks had your adress. When others started bringing flowers and remorse cards we really freaked out. Bendy looked broken even, I think he feels like you died. Well even I'm not sure, please come visit us if you get better. Hope you like the flowers, the can was my idea!