Bombs Away- Whitty Fanfic- Whitty X (Y/n) - WhittyXFemReader

Sick, Part 1

PLEASE NOTE, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF ILLNESS, COUGHING UP BLOOD, AND NEAR DEATH. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS, GO READ ANOTHER BOOK OR BE BRAVEE AND READ! ❤Warrior

Whitty's POV

We got home and it was later than we thought, so I hurried to try on the clothes, then I put on mine and went to my bedroom. Y/n was already in the bed, sitting up, looking at her phone. I stroked her head. I grabbed my book off the table and went to put it on the shelf, but halfway there, I was kneeling down, coughing violently. Y/n ran to me. I put my hand in front of my mouth simply put of politeness. When I took my hand away, there was blood.

Lots of it.

Y/n panicked. She laid me in the bed, gave me a tissue, and I gave her a slip of paper that I always kept in my pocket on case of emergency.

Y/n's POV:

Whitty handed me a slip of paper. In shaky handwriting, it said:

CAROl'S PHONE NUMBER -

801-233-4598

(a/n: as far as I know this isn't a real number)

I hastily called the number. They almost immediately picked up.

 "Hello?"

 " Hi, is this Carol, Whitty's friend? "

 "Who's asking?"

 " His girlfriend. "

 "Then yes. What's your name?"

 " Y/n. But that's not important right now. "

 "Ok, what's going on?"

 " Whitty is either sick, poisoned, or dying, possibly all of them. "

 "WAIT WHAT IS YOUR ADDRESS?!"

 "It's (your address here). "

"I'm close by. I'll get there ASAP!!"

" Ok. " 

"See you soon, Y/n."

A few dreadful minutes later, Carol was at Whitty's side. She gave me Girlfriend's phone number. I called her.

" Hi, this is Y/n, Whitty's girlfriend. Whitty is sick and I need some help. "

"OK?"

" Has your dad cursed anyone recently? "

"Nope, neither has Mom, not that I know of"

Ok. So that's that.

" Can you get to (address)? "

"Ok."

She got here too, and after calling about seventy other people, we finally figured out what was wrong. Whitty had a high fever and was really s ick. Still didn't make it any more calming to know that my boyfriend was dangerously sick. I had only one idea.

 "Gf, call your dad. I'm going to take about ten years off his life." I said angrily.

 " Hello? "

 "LISTEN UP, OLD MAN. MY BOYFRIEND IS VERY SICK, AND YOU OWE HIM FOR TREATING HIM LIKE YOU DO. SO LISTEN TO ME, YOU ARE GOING TO GET TO (address), YOU ARE GOING TO HELP HIM OUT, YOU ARE GOING TO DO IT KINDLY, AND THEN YOU ARE GOING TO  GO HOME AND STOP TREATING HIM LIKE GARBAGE. DO YOU HEAR ME?"

" Is that a threat? "

 "IT IS. AND I AM GRABBING MY GUN AS WE SPEAK. I AM LOADING IT. AND I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE."

 He stammered, "O-ok?"

 " I AM GOOD FRIENDS WITH SARVETE, RUV, AND SELEVER. THEY SPECIALIZE IN EXORCISM. "

He yelped. "Ok, ok! Just leave them out of it."

 " Good. "

In a flash of bloodred light, he stood there, and when he saw me, he faltered. I walked up to him and said three words: "Heal him, now."

 It literally took a wave of his hand. He waved it, leaving a trail of red light, over Whitty's head, and he immediately looked a little better.

"Dude, if I had to rate this on Yelp, HALF A STAR, finish the job!!"

He flinched, which made me feel nice. I could scare a demon/rockstar/talk show host/actor/dad by mentioning a few names.

"I can't. There's a process, and it's going to take about a week."

" A week?! But he and I have a date in like three days! "

He started to sweat, he was so nervous.. "I'm sorry. It's the limit to my ability. Don't hurt me." I really didn't want to miss our date, and I didn't want Whitty to be disappointed . I opened my mouth, but then Whitty said, "Y/n, please, *cough* he has done enough."