𝐋͢𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎, mcyt imagines

☆ bubblegum

SUMMARY: AFTER YOUR CURSED WITH AN INFECTIOUS DISEASE, WILBUR CAN'T HELP BUT WISH HE WOULD'VE KISSED YOU WHILE HE HAD THE CHANCE.

Wilbur sat in the worn out leathery chair beside your sickly bedside, with your pale hand tapered against his. A heart monitor beeped in rhythm of your slow heartbeat, indicating that you were still alive, but barely. A cool breath of air was artificially pumped into your nose from your breathing tube, forcing you to take another painful deep breath in.

You'd caught the devastating disease less than a year prior, but due to the severity of your condition, your life was simply fading before your eyes. A beautiful, yet terrifying disease, one that takes hold of you and tears you practically limb from limb. You didn't care for flowers much, but seeing as they covered the entirety of your skin, you pretty much had become accustomed to them.

Shades of pink and purple covered the flowers, sprouting out of your skin like bruises, growing wherever they pleased upon your body. The disease had absolutely ravaged your body, leaving you sickly, weak, and completely numb to the fact that you were soon to be wasting away. Wilbur tried his best to see beauty out of your sickness, believing that you had simply been chosen for your absolute captivating beauty, and with beauty: there's always something that comes along to ruin said beauty.

"I'm sorry I didn't kiss you." Wilbur said quietly, using his thumb to stroke the back of your hand, trying not to express the amount of pain he'd been feeling through his voice. You looked to the iv in your left arm, as peckish pink blood cells slowly attacked the healthy red blood cells in your arm. The liquid pouring from your arm looked almost like pepto-bismol, and it quite amused you how incredibly pretty such a deadly effect could be.

"Will, I don't want you to cry for me when I'm dead." He raised his head, as tears poured from his eyes. "Flowers grow from my skin," You tried forcing a grin, but it was hard seeing how weak you were. "My veins look like they've got pepto bismol in them, how bizarre is that?" The room smelled of bubblegum, the one thing you wanted to enjoy before you died, as well as the company of your sweet boy Wilbur. You smelled salt, and could practically taste the tears that fell from his eyes, with the indication of the strong smell.

"N-no Y/n, you've gotta hold on longer! Please for me, don't leave me! Don't l-leave me now- Please dont fucking make me say goodbye again!" You turned your head in his direction, forcing your glassy, almost dead looking eyes to meet his. Your eyes had been completely glazed over, replacing your colored irises, as well as the white of your eyes, in a disgustingly saturated shade of pink. "I'm tired of hurting. I gotta let go now."

"You'll be okay Will, just don't forget." Your heart monitor slowed down to an alarming rate, causing a concerning and blaring alarm to sound from the machine. As nurses rushed to your room, you spoke your final farewell to your estranged lover. "Don't swallow your bubblegum."