two weeks

Boredom

tw/cw: mentions of seizures and operations, wounds, cleaning wounds, pills, injecting needles to put someone to sleep (not permanently)

Wilbur was kept in the hospital for a few days following the injury and... resurrection, for some testing and monitoring. The doctors had informed him that his heartbeat was irregular following a seizure he had the day prior while they were operating on him. Wilbur sighed as he saw Doctor Puffy walk into the room with a clipboard, more questions. "Hi Wilbur." She smiled brightly at him, "How are you feeling?"

"Shit, I bashed my injured head on the bedside table during my seizure, it hurts like a bitch."

"Did you- did you tell the doctors this?"

"...No."

"Why? They could have helped you." Puffy gave him a knowing look and he just looked aside. "I know, I know." He mumbled. "Let me take a look at it." Puffy said, reaching towards the bandages, Wilbur flinched. "DON'T." Puffy looked at him in confusion. "Are you okay?"

"It just, it hurts a lot okay." Wilbur conceded. Puffy sighed, "You should have told us, Wilbur." She reached towards the bandages again, "Can I check them, Wilbur?" Wilbur nodded hesitantly and winced in pain as she checked the wound, she gasped quietly. "Wilbur, this is infected. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't- I thought I was overreacting..." Wilbur went red and looked aside. "Please tell us in future, no matter how miniscule the pain is. This is going to hurt, okay?" Wilbur nodded shakily as she cleaned the wound. He bit his lip in pain and waited for her to finish. Once Puffy finished, she took back out the clipboard. "On a scale of 1-10, how much pain are you in?" Wilbur spoke with a twinge of pain in his voice "A- about a tWO." His voice rose as his head brushed over the headboard of his bed. Puffy raised an eyebrow, "I'll ask again. On a scale of-" Wilbur sighed, "A ten." He said quietly. Puffy handed him a small pill, "Take this, it should ease it a bit." Wilbur shut his eyes as his mind flooded to frighteningly familiar thoughts about pills, none positive. "I don't want the pill." Wilbur handed it back. Puffy's eyes crinkled in sympathy, "Wilbur, you're in pain-"

"I just don't like pills, okay?" He snapped. Puffy nodded slowly, understanding. "I apologise." She said quietly. "S' alright." Wilbur mumbled. Puffy left a chocolate bar on his bedside table, "From Tom." She said, and left the room.

Wilbur sighed, once again left with his thoughts. He was so bored. No one was even allowed to visit him until Sunday, it was Tuesday. This was miserable. Wilbur tried to focus on his heartbeat to pass the time, but he couldn't. It was too jittery.

Tommy missed Wilbur. He had Phil, sure. But things were still slightly awkward. Wilbur was his best friend, his partner in crime. He was also worried, Wilbur only had 2 days to finish his book, and he was going to be in hospital for another week at least. Tommy tried to think of someone, anyone , that could help. Tommy's mind briefly thought of someone, but as soon as the thought showed up, it was gone. Tommy tried desperately to grasp back onto the memory, with no avail. Phil noticed the strain and frustration on Tommy's face, "You alright mate?" Tommy nodded quietly, "Trying to remember someone." He mumbled. He thought of the memory exercises he did with Niki, there was someone she tried to get him to remember. Tim? Todd? Tommy gasped quietly and leaped to the air in joy, "Techno!" He shouted happily. Phil gave him a strange look and Tommy realised he had said that out loud. "So you remembered them then, mate?" Phil said with a small giggle. Tommy nodded happily and went back to thinking. Memories began flooding back, Techno had looked after Tommy, he had helped Wilbur with writing. He had helped Wilbur with writing! He could do it again! Tommy remembered he was friends with Niki. He ran up to his room and called her.

"Hi Tommy! Any updates on Wil?"

"Uh, no. But I have good news!"

"Go on?"

"I remember Techno!" He heard Niki clap quietly through the phone, "Can you call him?"

"I mean, I could? But why?" She asked.

"Wil only has 2 days left, you know that. Techno could help!" Tommy replied.

Niki laughed kindly. "You're really something, you know that?" Tommy tilted his head in confusion. "Yes, I'll call him. Don't worry about it, Tommy." Tommy stimmed happily.

"Thank you Niki! Thank you, thank you!"

"It's nothing!" Tommy cheered through the phone and hung up. Niki smiled to herself. He's a good kid. She thought.

The more time Wilbur sat in the hospital room, thinking, the more panicked he got. No nurses had checked on him in over 30 minutes, what if he died and no one would know? What if he seized up and no one would be there? What if-

Wilbur's phone buzzed quietly with a text from Tommy. He immediately knew it was from Tommy due to the custom notification sound. It was Tommy shouting 'BAZINGA!' from a soundboard Wilbur had bought him. He smiled fondly at the memory and checked the text.

Gremlin child: Hey big dubz, I got your book thing covered. Niki called Techno and he's going to finish the final edit of it for you. Tell me I am great because I am.

Funny writing man: Thank you, Toms.

Wilbur smiled to himself, one less thing to worry about.

Gremlin child: I SAID TELL ME I'M GREAT!!!!

Wilbur laughed quietly to himself, enjoying the company. Even if it was virtual.

Funny writing man: You are great, clap clap

Gremlin child: Prick

Funny writing man: Okay.. Anyways, how's everything at home?

Gremlin child: Phil keeps making sushi over and over again please send help

Funny writing man: L

Wilbur put his phone away and sighed. He couldn't even take a nap, everything hurt. His hypochondria and germaphobia began to kick in. He looked around the room, imagining all of the germs slowly creeping towards him, and he began to panic. He began to desperately press the 'call nurse' button as he started to hyperventilate. Puffy reentered the room, looking worried. "Is everything okay, Wilbur?" Wilbur shifted his eyes from side to side, shaking. "I'm panicking a bit, if I'm honest." He said erratically. Puffy nodded. "Breathe steady, what's making you panic?" Wilbur tried to breathe steadily, but failed to regulate his panic. "Theres... there's germs- They're everywhere." Puffy desperately tried to calm him down, "Wilbur, you're at higher risk of another seizure at the moment. Please try to stay calm." Naturally, if you're told you'll injure yourself more if you panic, you're going to panic more. Wilbur started to shut down, completely zoning into his panic, there was no reversing it now. Puffy took out a small needle, whispered "I'm sorry." and inserted into Wilbur's arm as he screamed. Puffy sighed, and gently placed his head back onto the pillow as he became drowsy, and fell asleep almost immediately. Puffy walked out of the room, and notified the nurse of the injection.

Kristin sighed, as she watched her son turn in his sleep. She wished she could take his pain away, but it wasn't his time yet. She hugged him warmly, and he smiled slightly in his sleep. She smiled, her ghostly form being replaced by a small crow as she flew out of the open window.