Ask For Help Wilbur.. Please.. ||C!Wilbur Angst||C!Quackity Angst||TNTDUO hurt comfort :[ ||

Wilbur was walking by Las Nevadas, casually about to go annoy Quackity. Then a sharp stabbing pain interrupted his train of thought, he felt blood start running out of the wound on his arm he got last month. He winced. He tried his best to hide the look of pain on his face as he walked up to the Las Nevadas sign and to no surprise, saw Quackity. He walked up to him. "Hey! Q," He walked up to Quackity, who turned his head and glared at Wilbur, "I know I'm not allowed in Las Nevadas, but.. could I like.. use the bathroom real quick?" Wilbur winced again from the pain but luckily Quackity didn't seem to notice or care if he did. Quackity turned his full attention to Wilbur, "Uh.. no?" Quackity said, frankly a bit confused, "Well.. why? Can't you just walk a little farther to Snowchester or somewhere else?" Quackity didn't actually have a problem with Wilbur using the bathroom, it was just annoying, probably just another thing Wilbur was doing on purpose to annoy him. Quackity noticed Wilbur wince a little and quickly hide a look of pain. Quackity became confused. "C'mon Q, just real quick, it's urgent." Wilbur replied, he was acting like he was in a hurry. Quackity sighed, something was wrong. "..Fine.. be quick" Quackity finally said, he examined Wilbur and couldn't see anything visibly wrong with him. Perhaps it was.. emotional distress? Wilbur tried to smirk but it was weak. Something was definitely wrong. Wilbur started walking past Quackity, not before thanking him though. "Thank you darling" Quackity rolled his eyes at the nickname. But something was wrong, he hated to admit it, but he was worried about Wilbur. After Wilbur disappeared into a building, Quackity followed after. He walked through the store and into the bathroom. Quackity saw Wilbur standing there, clutching a red-ish white old looking bandage on his arm, he had a fierce look of pain on his face. Quackity walked over to examine the bandage. It looked to be about a little over a month old. Quackity's facial expression darkened. He was upset, angry? Not because Wilbur had lied to him but because Wilbur hadn't been taking care of himself.. "Q-" Wilbur started Quackity removed the bandage swiftly to reveal a disgusting wound on his arm. It was definitely infected. [GRAPHIC DESC OF UNTREATED WOUND] There was some dried cracky blood around the wound and it leaked fresh dark red blood, some parts of it were yellow and there was puss on it as well, it was inflamed. It almost made Quackity want to barf, but Quackity had seen much worse, especially since he started torturing Dream in prison. Quackity looked angry Wilbur had to dig his fingers into his leg, it hurt so bad. Especially now that air had hit it. He looked over at it and wanted to barf. If it had been on anyone else than he wouldn't have cared but that thing was on his body. He cringed and looked at Quackity. He looked angry and upset, annoyed as well. Quackity gripped his arm gently and held it, to examine the wound more. "How did this happen?" He asked, still looking at the wound. Wilbur wondered how he could stand to look at it for more than a few seconds. "It happened a while ago but.. uh.. it won't heal." Wilbur winced out a reply. Quackity sighed heavily and reached onto his pocket "And has anyone else helped you patch it?" Quacktiy pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid, it seemed to be an antibacterial alcohol. Before Wilbur could even process the question, Quackity poured the bottle onto the wound with no hesitation or mercy. A look of ripping pain shot into Wilburs face as he tried not to double over and dug his nails into his side. "FVCK! QUACKITY THAT STINGS" Wilbur shouted in pain. Quackity had no look of remorse or mercy, just continued looking at the wound. He put the bottle back into his pocket and pulled out a cleaning swab, he pressed it against Wilbur's wound. It hurt but not too bad, Wilbur could bare it. "Answer the question." Quackity said, irritated, still wiping away blood, the dried and fresh, along with the puss. "N..No, I have been patching it myself.." Wilbur replied, trying to take deep breaths, trying to ignore the pain. Quackity wiped away what he could around the wound and the gently on the wound. He then dropped the swab onto the floor. Quackity looked up at Wilbur, "You're a fvcking idiot." Quackity said, trying to sound annoyed but couldn't mask the concern he had on his voice. Quackity was irritated and worried that Wilbur hadn't been caring for himself.. He remembers what happened last time he didn't take care of himself.. Quackity pulled out a bandage, and carefully wrapped it around the wound, trying his best not to hurt Wilbur. He had to wrap it tightly but he tried to make it as comfortable as possible. "Let me guess, you weren't even putting medicine on it?" Quacktiy grit his teeth and the look of concern shone through his eyes. Wilbur looked away and furrowed his eyebrows in shame.. "No.. I didn't think it AHH I CANT FIT ALL OF IT IMA CRY