sootcest... stuff?! [MOSTLY SMUT]

p12- you'll be alright

This chapter is basically just-
Ghostbur has a really shit day. And L'manbur is there because he is awesome

this chapter has a TW for emetophobia, I think, you can never be too sure anyways, but there is description of Ghostbur being sick so if that's triggering or just plain makes you uncomfortable/grossed out then maybe don't read this chapter. Or, if you do really want to read it, I'll put three "🌟🌟🌟" emojis where that bit ends so you can read the proper fluff bits in the chapter :D

also idk how to write these kinds of stories but I tried my best
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L'manbur was already having trouble working. So it was no surprise when there was coughing and sniffling next door, it was even more difficult.

He waited a few moments, thinking it was a one-off thing that would just stop when L'manbur wanted it to, but because that's just not how the world works, the retching didn't let up.

"Fuck!" L'manbur cried out loud. He'd had just enough of that awful racket. He'd just have to investigate so that he could work in peace and quiet.

He unlocked his door and swung swiftly around the corner of the doorframe, getting to the bathroom door in a few quick steps.

He stood in front of the white wooden door, and before knocking, he thought,
maybe he was being selfish. Whichever silly little Wilbur clone that was in here was in obvious distress. He shouldn't be angry at them. In fact, he should have checked on them quite a while ago instead of getting all frustrated.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and rapped his knuckles on the door.

The person in the bathroom seemed to fumble, or panic. That's what it sounded like anyway.

"Are you alright in there?"

"I'm perfect, thank you for asking-"
He did not get to finish his sentence. He threw up.

The most alarming thing about this whole situation to L'manbur was that that sounded like Ghostbur. He could hear the echo in his hoarse, ghostly voice.

L'manbur placed his hand on the golden-coloured handle of the door.
"You don't sound okay. I think I should come in."

He pushed the handle down and the door slowly opened, and L'manbur was greeted by the sorry sight of Ghostbur, hunched over the toilet. Blue liquid dribbled down his chin as he coughed. It was obvious that he'd been wiping his mouth with his jumper, as there was a dark, deep blue colour smeared across the sleeve.

"Oh, no. What's happened? What's wrong?" L'manbur asked, voice laced with concern.

Ghostbur coughed again,
"I don't- I don't know!" He sounded very distressed, very afraid. "I think it's happened before? I just don't know,"

He coughed up more of that blue liquid, and he wiped his sleeve before saying, "It just seems to happen sometimes. There's... there's nothing I can do about it!" He sounded hopeless.

L'manbur tilted his head, and briefly held Ghostbur's slightly transparent face in his hand.
"Listen to me. You'll be alright. How long does this tend to last?"

Ghostbur gripped the edge of the toilet like a lifeline with both his hands as he gagged. His hair was a mess, the steel grey strands all over the place, and it was sticking to his forehead, covered in sweat. He wiped his mouth again,

"Uhh, usually..." He shook his head, trying to remember. His head and his memory was all fuzzy thanks to this. "30 minutes...? I think," he slurred weakly.
"I feel dizzy... I-I think it's stopping now...It's not half as bad as it was 25 minutes ago."