"No way! I've never going to sleep again!"
The Jims brought King of the Squirrels to the clinic and ever since he walked in, Bing has been half-hiding behind and half-hugging his best friend from behind. King is facing Dr Iplier, the Host, and Red, Green, and Oliver and is honestly more than a little lost with what's going on.
"It's the only time he's vulnerable." Green tries to explain.
"I'm vulnerable!"
"You won't be on your own. We'll keep you safe." Oliver offers.
"Like how Dark said he'd keep me safe?! I'm not doing it!"
"Hypnagogia." Everybody turns to Dr Iplier at his strange outburst but the doctor just folds his arms. "It's the transitional moments between waking and sleep. Typically accompanied by visual and auditory hallucinations, reduction in cognitive function, and paralysis. It usually only lasts moments but can last longer as a result of disrupted sleep. Given how long you say this has been going on, microsleep is inevitable and you could easily become stuck in a permanent state of hypnagogia. Literally stuck in a waking dream." Everyone is staring in shock at the guy who, rather than give a proper diagnosis, usually opts to just tell everyone they're dying. He frowns. "What? I am a real doctor."
After the shock fades, the Host speaks up. "The Host suggests we not wait to see what Natemare would be able to do to you in such a state."
Bing bows his head, leaning his forehead against King's shoulder. That sounds bad but they're not listening to him, and Google isn't there, and Dark is a dick, and he doesn't want to sleep."Kiiiiing." he whines, hoping his friend will have his back.
"They might just sedate you." King attempts but the Host shakes his head.
"Natemare will suspect something if Bing doesn't voluntarily go to sleep." Dr Iplier and the Host are looking at King expectantly and the Googles look to be at the end of their rope.
King sighs. "Bing, you've got to do it." Bing shrinks, clinging and trying to hide behind King who turns to talk over his shoulder. "From what I can tell, your choices are go to sleep or basically hand over your brain to this boogey man. The Bing I know wouldn't do that."
"That Bing's dead." he mumbles. It's a feeble argument and King shakes his head at it.
"No. He probably wishes he is, but he's not."
Bing goes silent, a few moments ticking by before he tightens his grip around his friend, "You promise you're going to be there?"
Oliver nods emphatically. "We're all going to be right here." Everybody nods in agreement and King shuffles his shoulder to shake Bing gently so he watches all these people making this promise to him.
Eventually… "…okay."
Bing's hold around King loosens a little and King is able to shift so he can turn and properly hug Bing close. Around them, the others begin to set things up making sure everything is in place. This has the potential to go very wrong. They need to be prepared