Remedy ~ Wilbur soot x reader

Chapter one

"Aghhhhh..."
I buried my face deep into my pillow as my stomach twisted for what seemed the millionth time in that minute. My head was pounding and it felt as if it was going explode. I bit down on my bottom lip as an attempt to battle the pain but it was no match for the disastrous after effect of alcohol. I had a hangover, and this one wasn't being tamed by the likes of household medication. I sat up and rocked myself back and forth, my eyes failing in the bright light of my room. I breathed in the cold night air as an attempt to sooth myself, but to no avail. That's when I decided to go to the hospital. Now, I've been there before, but not in a while. Many bad memories were associated with there, but this time I think that I need to go. I pulled on a yellow hoodie and some random shoes and opened the door to my room. I trudged down the cramped stairs and gripped onto the bannister. I swore as my head began to thump again. I opened the stair doors to the small living room. It held a blue couch that wasn't matched with the rest of the  shabby townhouses' furniture. I walked over to the small pedestal next to the door and grab my keys to lock the door

( This is the outfit. I own an outfit like this and specifically the shoes. I love them.) The cold Brighton air hit me and I shivered. It was mid January and winter was at its peak. My hands were tucked under my arms as I breathed it in. The bitter air wound its ways through me and I wondered if I should have organised some type of transport to get there. I decided it was only a few blocks away so I would walk, and not waste any petrol. That shit is expensive.

I wound the last block, regretting every choice I made leading up to this. I was a centimetre away from passing out and my stomach felt like a cloth having it's water squeezed out. I put a hand against a lamp post and leaned toward it, trying to steady myself. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times to see the blinding white lights of the hospital. I stumbled across the empty road and rubbed my aching head. My body was shoved against the heavy glass doors as I attempted to normally walk. It made a loud thump and half the people in the waiting room turned to look at me. I opened the door indignantly and trudged into the room. I walked over to the sign in place and was handed a board with papers clipped onto it asking me about myself. I plonked my tired body onto a inhabited seat and rubbed my head. I tried to sign the papers but the words swam around and melted off the page, as if they were trying to run away from me. I placed it on the ground next to my seat and moved to slide my body under the armrest of the next seat. The connected chairs formed some kind of plastic, lumpy bed. I looked up at the white ceiling and the blinding lights. I closed my eyes and breathed in and out. I started to get lulled to sleep by the generic sounds of people walking around and the flipping of the pages of the outdated magazines the hospital offered as entertainment. I was soon rhythmically breathing and I was sleeping peacefully.

"Hey, you awake?"
I mumbled a bit as I opened my eyes. I squinted as the light of the hospital made its way into my retinas. I was very sure I looked like a naked mole rat out in the daylight.
"What?" I croaked. My voice was raspy and dry. I looked up to see a surprisingly tall figure in front of me. They had fluffy brown hair, mainly hidden behind a beanie. He wore a yellow cable knit sweater and black pants. He was... surprisingly attractive, considering the situation.
He chuckled a bit and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your sleep, but I'm afraid there no other seats."
"What- there plenty of other..."
I lifted my head up to look around, but I soon realised that there was no more room in the whole room. It was still dark outside, and my body told me it was about six am. I blinked some times, looking quizzical as why there were so many people in a hospital waiting room this early. I shook of the worry and tried to get up, complete forgetting the fact that there was a hard plastic armrest above my abdomen. It slammed into my stomach and I groaned, once again attracting more dirty looks.
"Are you okay?!"
I coughed and splutter as he tried to calm me.
"Yeah- I'm (cough) I-I'm fi- (splutter) fine."
"If you say so..."
I slid myself out from under the armrest and sat up, leaning back into the uncomfortable chair and crossing one leg on top of the other. The male sat down in the other and tapped the armrest with his fingers. They drummed up and down, over and over. It was like this for a solid ten minutes, until he began to talk.
"So.. what are you here for?"
I frowned slightly as I turned to face him, the clipboard with the half-signed papers in my hand.
"Why?"
"I'm just trying to make conversation. Don't make it so hard." He chuckled. I leaned back and hummed a little.
"Intense hangover. You?"
He shook his head before sliding back a sleeve. The arm was black and blue and I gasped a little.
"Jesus, what did you do?"
"Banged my arm in my desk. Hard."
I gritted my teeth with sympathy. It looked like it would really hurt.
"What were you doing so you could possibly hurt yourself like that?"
"Well.. it's hard to explain..."
I nodded. I understood hard to explain stories. I had many myself that I would not like to unearth. He started to explain his line of work, trying to straighten out how this happened.
"You see, I work as a streamer. I play video games, sing, and do general stuff on camera, mainly live to entertain my followers. I was in an... especially exciting moment and I well... yeah." He motioned slightly with his hands as he spoke. I stifled a laugh.
"So you play games I front of other people for a living?!" I blurted, trying my hardest not to laugh by biting my lip. He blushed slightly.
"Well, when you put it like that-"
I couldn't hold it in any longer I laugh as I rocked back forth, the boy laughing a bit as well. His mouth was stretched out as he laughed. He has a nice smile, honestly.
"I forgot to ask, what's your name?"
I calmed down a bit and replied:
"Y/N. Y/N L/N."
Great. I'm Wilbur Soot."

Ayo, Author here. This was a pretty bland chapter, so sorry for that. I hope you all enjoy it though. I am also aware his real name is William Gold but for the fanfic purposes let's pretend his name is actually Wilbur Soot. Ty for reading!

P.S the chapters are always gonna be short, I have a low attention span for a person