In love with a ghost

2:An unlikley friend

Wilbur didn't know how long it had been, a day maybe even a week just that the pain never stopped.
He was about to pass out when he felt wet mud land on his face only to be washed off a second later when he sank back into the water, he was vaguely aware of a pair of hands wrap around his arms lifting him out of the water still dripping.

The last thing Wilbur saw was Erets worried face walking with him in his arms...

Wilbur awoke slowly, at first he was confused when he noticed he was not in his home, He panicked and sat upright only to have a wave of pain to engulf him.
He was pushed back down by a pair of hands, he went to ask what was happening whe he saw Eret standing next to him.
He lay back down and took a deep breath in, then out if Eret was here then he wasn't in danger.

He was quite happy just sitting there relaxing as the heat from the fire soothed his burns acting like a pain sother, when he heard Erets voice in his ear.
He looked up to hear Eret ask the one question he didn't want to awnser right now...

"Who did it..."

Wilbur's eyes widened as his mind gladly supplied all the memory's straight to the front of his mind, all of the pain and hurt came back to him in a flash of colours behind his eyes.
He went to answer Eret's question, only for a searing pain to tear its way up his throat, he went to cough only for blood to fill his mouth and leak out the sides, he immediately slapped a hand over his face trying and failing to stop the blood that was getting dangerously close to staining the rug.

Wilbur watched as Eret sprang to his feet and ran to get a towel, by the time Eret got back he was just fast enough to stop the blood from dripping off of Wilbur's face.
Wilbur just sat there staring at the wall as Eret gentaly cleaned of his face, wilbur waited until eret was done before slowly trying to talk only to. Feel the same pain tear its way up his throat.
He leaned over the sofa before spitting more blood on to the towel makeing the dark blue turn a more purple, he couldn't help it in a panicked state he continued to try to speak not carding about the blood that kept pilling his mouth.
Eret quickly crawled away from the fire, quickly pushing wilbur down frantically trying to stop him from talking.

After a bit wilbur just sat there, unmoving, if his voice was ruined then how would he talk to eret, how would he talk to schlatt, HOW WOULD HE SCREAM AT QUACKITY FOR ALL THE PAIN HE HAD CAUSED HIM, ALL THE SUFFERING HE HAD BROUGHT!

To say eret was worried would be a understatement, his only friend was sitting on his couch coughing up blood with burns all over his body.
He knew that wilbur shouldn't be talking and when he saw the blood pouring out of his mouth it only cemented the thought, he crawled away from the fire rushing to stop his friend from causing him self more pain