it was only for the best right?

pt 2

It had been days, nearly a week since that day. Wilbur hadn't gotten any of her papers in, nor had she even been seen since, she went back to her office that day, she just never came back out.
Quackity had called for charlie to check on her a few times, but to no avail, so she finally grunted and threw herself up from her desk and stomped over to Wilbur's office
"WILBUR! IM COMING IN ITS BEARLY BEEN A WEEK AND A HALF." she fumbled with her keys  before grabbing the right one and unlocking the door.
She walked in and her brows furrowed in confusion, the desk hadn't been touched, it was scarily neat and tidy. She made her way through the room and into the bedroom connected, a perk that presidents and vices had. She pushed through the door and and sighed "Wilbur have you just been fucking laying her for the past & days? doing fucking nothing? I didn't give you this position to lay around and sulk about-" she paused halting at the sight of wilbur, her curled up asleep under the comforter of her bed, her eyes dark with circles and her arms cut up and a bruised.
Quackity only stared in blatant shock. she didn't continue her rambling, she just picked up a few things and tidied up. she was about to leave before she glanced back, debating the temptation for a moment before acting, brushing Wils hair back, and placing a small kiss to her cheek.
she wouldn't know, she was asleep anyways.

Wilbur was practically squealing when Quackity shut her office door, kicking her legs in excitement and blushing profusely.
it was gonna be a good day.