"None whatsoever," Clara says sarcastically, voice scratchy.
"God." Clara hears rustling as Wilbur moves around. "Did you take off work?"
"George called them, yeah."
"Oh, and you were supposed to go on your trip!" Wilbur exclaims, pity coating his voice.
"Yep. Not anymore though."
"But what about your birthday?"
"I guess my bed will be a lovely space to turn twenty-four in."
"Will Salem go over and at least have dinner or something?"
"No, Salem hates getting sick, I already told her not to worry about it. I don't want her to catch something from me, it's not worth it."
Clara can almost hear the frown.
"Hmm... alone on your birthday..."
"... yep."
"Hmmm." Wilbur doesn't say anything more, seemingly lost in thought.
"'lara I brought you the Tylenol and some buttered toast. Google says plain foods can lessen symptoms." George re-enters, setting a plate on the bed, and giving her the pack of pills.
"Hi Gogs," Wilbur says.
"Oh hey, Wilbur!" George says brightly. "Cheering our girl up?"
"Trying to. But she shouldn't be talking right now to be fair, she should conserve her voice."
Clara doesn't really want him speaking for her, but she knows he's right. Making any sound makes her throat feel like it's on fire.
"So should I officially tell everyone you won't be able to make it?" George asks with a sigh.
Clara nods, disappointed.
"Alright. I'm leaving late tomorrow so I'll be around in the morning and early afternoon to take care of you. What do you want for dinner? I can try to cook-"
"No please don't, you'll burn the house down."
"Yeah, that's fair. I'll order something."
"Not pizza," Clara says quickly, knocking back the Tylenol with a sip of water.
"Are you sure? I can just dis-request a certain delivery person. Or I can go pick it up in person for us."
"It's fine I'm craving Italian anyways. Can we order from Zizzi? Do they do deliveries?" Clara takes a bite of her toast, hand shaking as she raises the bread slowly to her mouth.
"I'll check. And if not I'll figure something else out. Okay shout if you need me, I'm going to my office. Let me know when you want me to place the order."
"Alright, alright."
"Awww, George you're such a mother hen," Wilbur coos over the phone, and George leaves the room with an eye-roll. "Right. I want no speaking from you. Just sit tight and I'll entertain you."
"Ohhh, you'll entertain me will you?" Even in the midst of illness, Clara still has the ability to be cheeky, interpreting Wilbur's statement in the worst possible way. "I'm up for some entertainment."
"Shhhh. I'm thinking of what to do."
There's silence over the line for a moment as Wilbur thinks, and Clara takes the time to finish up her toast, putting the plate on her nightstand and settling back into her bed.
"Oh, I know! Let's Netflix Party but like FaceTime too so that we can see each others' faces."
"I like that plan."
A notification pops up that Wilbur is requesting to Facetime, and Clara accepts it, properly opening her laptop, and setting her phone up against the Macbook screen.
The FaceTime connects and there's Wilbur's goofy little face. He's smiling derpily, eyes too close to the camera.
"Hi loveee," he drones with a grin.
"Hi darlinggg," she mimics, managing a smile as her voice rasps.
"Okay, I'm sending you the Netflix Party link."
When Clara receives it she clicks it instantly, being redirected to a screen showing Netflix's Murder Mystery.
"Wait Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston? How have I not seen this yet?" Clara says.
"No idea, but it's fantastic. Now, with lovely intentions, I'm telling you to shut up now."
Clara opens her mouth to quip back but Wilbur evil-eyes her so she obliges, and shuts up.
He presses play, and Clara lays back in her bed, totally relaxed.
As the plot progresses, Clara pays close attention, eyes never leaving the screen. Wilbur sometimes comments on something, or makes a little joke, just to remind her that she's not alone. She smiles when he does, grateful that he's taking time out of his day just to make her feel better about being alone on her birthday. Maybe she'd just spent that whole day on the phone with him, watching movies. That wouldn't be so bad at all.
When the film finishes, Clara yawns loudly as Wilbur picks the next one. He ends up settling on The Holiday, some cliche rom-com. But Wilbur picks it with hidden intentions.
About halfway through the film, Clara lets her eyes fall shut and dozes off, just as Wilbur intended. He smiles when he notices, and just keeps watching the movie, letting her sleep.
REZZINA SPEAKS...
today is new girls last day on Netflix I'm in mourning. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO REWATCH 5084508 TIMES NOW??? anyways aww clara's sick :( poor her. and it really sucks that she'll be all alone on her bday!!!! all alone!!! yep yep so yeah tune in on Tuesday for claras bday chapter! love you all so much and thank you for all the love I really appreciate it! this whole thing is legit surreal. LOVE YOU ALL AND I HOPE YOUR SUNDAYS ARE/WERE FANTASTIC!!!
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FanfictionIN WHICH george has a secret roommate that's tired of running. enter wilbur soot, just the guy to get her to slow down. OR IN WHICH clara oakworth didn't mean to interrupt her best friend's stream. but she ends up stumbling into a world that changes...
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