Lauren lazily opened her eyes.

Just then, the elevator reached its stop. Gingerly, Willy placed his hands under Lauren to carry her bridal style. Lauren tried to grasp onto him, but couldn't muster enough strength to do so, so it was up to Willy to maintain his balance as he carried her. He reached the ward and placed her on a bed, where she was immediately surrounded by a flurry of Meda Loompas who started to work on her. Willy stepped back and watched. After a while, he looked down at himself, and saw how he was completely covered in blood. Her blood. Willy fainted.

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Willy slowly opened his eyes and realized he was in a bed. He then looked over to his left, and saw Lauren also in a bed. She was also sitting up.

"Hi!" she cheerfully called to him.

"Hi. Are you ok?"

"Yup. I'm all stitched up now," Lauren patted her head, and then winced at the contact.

Not the brightest thing to do.

"So I guess we're bed neighbors now. First with the rooms, now this. It's like you can't escape me," she grinned to him.

"Heheh, yeah. You're always there."

But you're not there enough.

No! Stop it! I can't think these things. It's wrong! It's distracting!

"Soooo, I take it this means I get tomorrow off. Seeing as the doc says I'm not supposed to stand or walk or anything. It'll unbalance my brain or something. I may be smart, but I never got into this medical stuff."

"Yeah. You don't need to be working after that nasty fall. So are you staying in here tonight?"

"It depends. Doc says I can go to my room if I wanna, but I gotta take a wheel chair. And someone would have to be able to lift me into bed and everything."

"Oh… well, do you wanna go to your room?"

"Yeah… I kinda do. I'm more comfortable there than in a place like this."

"Well…um… I could take you."

"Really? That'd be great!" Lauren beamed.

Willy smiled, enjoying her smile.

It's just friendly.

Not long after that Lauren and Willy were able to head down to their rooms, with Willy pushing Lauren in the wheel chair. He walked, because he didn't want to risk her getting thrown around the elevator again.

So as they walked, they began to chat. Lauren was glad to get a chance to better know her mentor and boss.

"So what do you consider me?"

"What do I consider you?" Willy repeated the question.

"I mean, you're obviously my superior and boss in work, but outside of that, what are we? Or is it too soon to tell?"

"Oh, well, um, we're friends, aren't we?"

Lauren smiled up at him. "Good. That's what I was hoping."

As they neared the hallway, last minute panic began to floor Lauren. What if she went into a coma? What if she fell out of the bed and worsened her concussion? What if her stitches reopened?

"Mr. Wonka?"

"You can call me Willy outside of work. Actually, you and Charlie can always call me Willy if you want."

"Ok, well, Willy? I'm scared."

Willy frowned. "Of what?"

"Well, I'm afraid of a lot of things. I could fall out of the bed and worsen my concussion and be unable to get up. I could become paralyzed. I could reopen my stitches. I could fall into a coma-"

Willy cut her off because she was talking frighteningly fast. "What do you want to do then? That's an awful lot to be thinking about."

"Well, if I could have some kind of company that'd really help."

"Umm, well, I don't know. Do you want to go back to the ward?"

"No, I don't like that place. I don't know where I can get someone to stay the night with me in my room though."

"Well, you are right across the hall, so I guess I could do it…" Willy nervously suggested.

"Oh would you Mr. Won-Willy?!"

Willy smiled. "Yeah, I can do it."

Just then they reached the bedroom, so they then entered. Willy wheeled Lauren into the bathroom, and then stepped out so she could change into her pajamas. He heard a lot of struggling, and wondered if everything was all right. So he apprehensively knocked on the door.

"Starshine? Are you ok?"

"Ugh! Umm, yeah. It's just hard to do this from a bloody chair when my legs are too weak to support me."

"Oh. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

Lauren looked down. So far all she had succeeded in doing was taking her clothes off. No. Too awkward.

"No, I'll manage."

She pulled her t-shirt over her head somewhat easily, but then looked at her shorts. How was she going to lift her legs enough to get through there and then get them all the way up when she was sitting? Lauren sighed.

"Ok, I think I do need your help."

"Yes? What can I do?"

"Can you…umm… well… help me get my shorts on?"

Willy's eyes burst wide. Well, he could manage. Yes… he could do that. I mean, it was only shorts.

"Ya. Okay," he said, then opening the door and entering.

Lauren sat in the wheel chair with her bare legs bearing all. She hadn't really even thought about it since it was a casual thing she did, but since she slept in boxers, she didn't wear panties in bed. She hoped her baggy shirt was just baggy enough.

"Kay," Willy muttered, ripping his eyes away from Lauren's legs. He grabbed her shorts and pulled her legs in through. He began to work his way up with the shorts. And it was incredibly erotic feeling to Lauren. She had to stifle a moan. It was the way his fingers grazed her skin just slightly as he did so, though she knew he didn't mean to. In fact, the man was probably asexual now that she thought about it. Which would mean there'd really be nothing to worry about. So Lauren relaxed as Willy then lifted Lauren up slightly so he could pull her shorts up the rest of the way.

She didn't notice the fact that Willy tensed up. When he got the shorts the rest of the way up, he had gotten a glance of… down there. What worried him most was what it did to him. He could already feel a tightening in his pants.

No! That's gross and disgusting. She's a dirty little girl. She'll be gone in a few months and I won't have to worry about this ever again.

Lauren took care of the rest of her nightly routine, as did Willy, and then he picked her up and carried her over to the bed, laying her down gently.

"Thanks."

Willy nodded. He then began to make his way over to the couch in her room.

Lauren frowned.

That can't be very comfortable. And since he's probably asexual…

Lauren patted the spot on the bed beside her. It was larger than a king size after all.

"It'd be much more comfortable for you if you stayed in here. And plus I'd feel safer because then you could keep a closer eye on me."

"No, I should really-"

"No, I insist. It'll be fine. I've already explained my biting situation."

Willy giggled nervously and then turned and made his way over to the bed. He climbed in and got on the absolute very farthest edge.

"Don't be silly. Get over here."

Willy scooted over slightly.

Lauren rolled her eyes and reached over. She grabbed his arm and tugged slightly, making him scoot closer.

"See, you're fine. You won't catch any diseases here."

Willy's eyes widened once again. He hadn't even thought of that!

But she did say there weren't any.

Willy relaxed slightly then.

"Much better. Now how's about a good night's sleep."

Lauren fell asleep almost immediately. Willy watched her then. Her chest raising slightly as she breathed, her lips parted just so, he could feel the tightness once again.

Why is this happening? I haven't felt this since I was a teenager! I'm just a dirty old man, he thought, knowing very well that his thoughts were very wrong.

Suddenly, Lauren rolled over, wrapping one arm around Willy as she nuzzled her head into his chest.

Oh no! She's trying to seduce me!

Willy was breathing heavily, but slowly calmed as he became certain that she was, in fact, fast asleep. And soon, he allowed himself to do so as well.