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Quackity sniffled, groaning at his stuffy nose.
He could barely breathe .
He hated being sick.
It only made him more sad and pathetic than normal, and to add to it it seemed to make Wilbur more annoying than normal.
He was trying to make sure Quackity was comfortable, that he was eating and drinking enough, that he wasn’t too bored and was staying warm.
Sure, this would be nice, but only if he actually liked the person doing it.
No. When your mortal enemy is taking care of you when you’re defenseless, it makes you feel a lot of things, none of which are comfort.
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Wilbur rummaged through Quackity’s fridge, looking for more food.
It was kinda empty actually. There were some pickles, milk, juice, a half empty carton of eggs, salad dressings and some leftovers in tupperware.
Quackity should really go shopping. Or maybe start a garden, that’d be cool.
Wilbur grabbed the pickles and juice. He put a couple pickles on a plate and poured a glass of juice, put them back in the fridge (Quackity had yelled at him about that before) and went over to the pantry for something else.
It was also mostly empty, some cereal boxes with barely anything in them, crackers, boxes of noodles, a bag of stuffing shoved in the back, and lots of bread.
He’d been feeding Quackity a lot of bread through, so crackers it was.
Wilbur grabbed the box and dumped a handful of crackers onto the plate before putting it back.
He grabbed the plate and glass of juice before heading to Quackity’s room.
He watched Quackity eat them for a while before the man spoke.
“Can you put on a movie?” He asked.
Wilbur of course was against this.
“No! You always cry when you watch movies!”
Quackity’s wings fluffed up, likely in anger. “I do not. Besides, it doesn’t have to be sad. We can watch like, Finding Dory or something.”
“I have no idea what that is. Is it sad?” Wilbur asked cautiously.
“No. Uh…” Quackity paused, thinking. “No I don’t think so. It’s about fish”
Wilbur squinted, watching Quackity “Does the fish die ?”
“No the fish doesn’t fucking die!” Quackity shouted, only to cut himself off with a cough.
“Fine fine, no crying though”