Princess Wilbur x Reader <3

Sick

!!TW- THROWING UP!!
~THE NEXT DAY~

You wake up feeling extremely sick. "Oh god." While running to the bathroom you just keep thinking {Please don't puke. Please don't puke.} Leaning over the toilet and just praying that you don't throw up, you start to think about what Wilbur does for work. {Is it that embarrassing that he seriously can't tell me? Whatever it doesn't matter anymore.} You go back to staring at the toilet. You decide to stay in bed for the rest of the morning. Walking back to your room with a cold damp rag on your forehead, you look out of the hallway window and see that Wilbur isn't in his room. You think nothing of it, since it's fairly early in the morning.

A few hours later while you're relaxing in bed, playing on your phone, you hear the doorbell ring. Praying that your mom will answer it, you hear another ring. "Uh I'll get it." You say slowly getting out of bed. While very gingerly walking down the stairs towards the front door, you hear another ring. "I'm coming!" You yell so that whoever is out there will stop ringing the doorbell. You open up the door and you see a delivery guy patiently waiting with a clipboard in hand. "Hi. Can you sign for this?" He says in a super sweet tone. "Yeah. Do you know what it is?"

"No. I unfortunately do not. It's definitely something big." He says handing you the clipboard and motioning his hand to the semi-large box right on your front porch. "Thank you." He says taking the clipboard back from you, after you've signed it. "Have a nice day."

"You too." You say trying to drag the box inside but you can't seem to get it over the door frame. You decide to call your mom to see if she could help you get it inside but she said that she wouldn't be home until later that night. {shit. Now what} You hear some sweet, calm guitar music coming from Wilburs house. {Do I go and ask him? I can't leave this sitting out here all day, mom would kill me.}

While walking over to Wilburs house you see that he's sitting on his front porch slowly, but beautifully, playing his guitar. "Wow. Maybe you could teach me how to do that someday." You said walking up the driveway towards the front porch. It hits you that you're in pajamas and a bathrobe. {I look so stupid} "Sure," He says looking surprised that you're there, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I came by to ask if you could help me lift something into my house. Only if you have time of course." You say feeling really nervous.

"Yeah I can help. Want me to do it right now?" He asks, starting to stand up, leaning his guitar on the wall.

"Sure and thank you." You start walking back home with Wilbur following right behind.

Wilbur notices how pale and sick you look. "How you feeling?" He asks in a really soft tone looking over at you.

"I'm fine," you say, trying not to think of how nauseous you've become, "Can we hurry please." You start to pick up your pace and eventually run inside, throwing up in the downstairs toilet. While sitting on the floor next to the toilet you hear Wilbur run into the house trying to find you.

"(Y/N)!!!" Wilbur yells opening and closing every door.

"I'm in here!" You yell back to him. He zooms into the room and sees you on the floor. He leans into the door frame and asks if you need anything. "Not at the moment. Did you get the box inside?"

"Yes. Yes I did. You sure that you don't need anything princess?" Wilbur says sitting cross legged in front of you. {Here we go again}

"Yes. I don't need anything. Thank you for asking and thanks for helping me with the box."

"No problem. I'll be back later to check on you. Just yell out of your window if you need anything. Okay?" Wilbur says bending his head down so that you can see him.

"I will. Thank you."

"Good bye (y/n)." Wilbur says walking out of the bathroom.

You hear the front door close so you stand up and lay on the couch. You start to doze of and fall asleep.