Heyyyyyy everybody! Wow, I think I start every chapter upload that way. Minus the extra y's. I hope everyone's doing well, I know I'm really hyper. I ate about a gallon of nutella in French class this morning (don't ask) and just found out that my high school's musical is EVITA! (holy crap, we've got our work cut out for us)

Anyway, Wilbur doesn't care what my musical is (which is kind of silly cuz I'm gonna drag him to see it cuz I will be in it) and he just wants me to get on with the chapter.

Wilbur: But you still don't listen to me.

Me: They have a right to know what's going on in my life.

Wilbur: Sure, but I really want to get the next chapter up. And it's not just so I can get kissed!

Me: There's another reason?

Wilbur: Yeah. I don't want Doris to come around here.

Me: Mi Mi said she's gonna send Doris after me, not you!

Wilbur: Yeah, but you don't know that hat! She's definitely got a mind of her own. And she definitely doesn't like me. Who knows what she'd do when she got here?

Me: Hmmm……….good point. Okay, random fact, then chapter!

Orangutans warn people to stay out of their territory by belching.

"Just how long was I out?" asked Wilbur. Everyone looked at each other nervously, not wanting to tell him. He spoke up again. "Come on, guys. Tell me the truth, I want to know! How long?" It was Emily who told him. "Three days. Today's the fourth day. You were dangerously close to slipping into a coma." Everyone was silent, including the usually-talkative Wilbur. Three days? A coma? It was a lot to take in. He fell back against his bed, and although it was a little propped up, the impact was still enough to shake him from his thoughts.

"Three days? Jeez, no wonder you guys were happy to see me," he joked, though he didn't really see anything funny about the situation. His family smiled weakly, and fumbled for words, clearly still at a loss for things to say.

Wilbur asked, "Mom, what else is wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong with you, sweetie."

"Mom, you know what I mean. Where else am I hurt? What did the doctors do while I was out? How long 'til it's fixed? And how long 'til I can go home?"

The Robinsons all began to mumble and Wilbur quickly realized that asking them wasn't going to get him anywhere. "You know what guys? I'm feeling pretty tired. I'm gonna close my eyes for a while. I promise I won't go into a coma, Mom." he said after seeing the look on his mother's face. "Alright sweetie. We'll leave you alone for a while. Come on, Emily." Wilbur grabbed her hand a little tighter. "No! I want her to stay here for a while. I mean, i-if she wants to."

"Of course I'll stay Wilbur. If that's what you want."

"It is, but I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do."

"It's not about what I want right now, it's what you want that matters." She saw the look on his face and added, "But it is what I want. I do want to stay with you. I've been here for three days, haven't I?" he smiled, said goodbye to his family, and looked at her seriously. "Have you really been here for the whole three days?"

"Yeah. I've been here the whole three days." Wilbur was truly touched. "Thanks," he whispered. "Thanks for coming to rescue me, for saving my life, for getting me to the hospital, for staying with me…"

"You're welcome. For all of it." her genuine smile told him she truly meant what she said, and he knew without a doubt that if anyone was going to tell him exactly what was wrong with him, she would tell him the truth. "Emily, what exactly happened to me?"

She took a deep breath, and began slowly. "Well, it's a long story. I'm sure you're aware that there's a nasty bruise on your cheek. The doctors thought your cheekbone might have been broken, but you're alright. There's a cut there too. Whoever hit you must have been wearing a ring." Wilbur nodded. He remembered the large ring James had been wearing when he'd hit him. "What else?"

"Your shoulder. Best the doctors can tell is that you hit it against something and jostled the joint some, not too bad, but enough. Then it got hit again, or twisted." She bit her lip. "Twisted," he said. "Hard. It hurt a lot." Wilbur regretted telling her this as soon as he said it. Her face had gone pale when he told her what the men had done to him. Emily cleared her throat and began to speak again. "Your shoulder must have been hurt again, because the joint was broken. Pretty badly. The doctors are going to want to go in and do some surgery as soon as possible now that you're awake. Your back's got some pretty wicked bruises too, where you hit that wall." She shuddered at the memory of seeing Wilbur limp on the floor and her powerless to help him. He put his hand up to her cheek and gently wiped away the single tear trailing down her beautiful face. "It's okay, Em. I'm alright now, aren't I? Well, at least as alright as I can hope for while lying in ICU."

She smiled. Wilbur smiled back, and tried to sit up, but his moving his shoulder was extremely difficult, due to the cast. Emily compulsively leaned forward and helped him to sit up. As he got comfortable, he breathed out and relaxed. He quickly tensed up again as he realized just how close they were. Emily was so close that Wilbur could feel her warm breath on his cheek. She realized it too, and looked down as her cheeks turned pink.

Without thinking, Wilbur leaned forward, and closed the few inches between them by putting his lips to hers in a kiss. He kept his lips there as long as he dared, then moved away. Wilbur looked down at his sheets, too scared and embarrassed to look Emily in the eye. With a small smile, she took his chin in her fingers and tilted his face up to meet hers. She looked into his chocolatey brown eyes and saw the truth there. He cared about her, and was scared, both that maybe he had done the wrong thing by kissing her, and that she might not feel the same way about him.

She decided that the best way to quell his fear was to simply kiss him back. So she did. Wilbur was extremely surprised to find her lips against his for the second time. But not unpleasantly surprised. He kissed her back, his mouth hesitant at first, but more confident as the kiss grew in length. They broke apart for a moment, and Wilbur shyly smiled, blushing a deep pink. He looked at Emily and realized she was blushing too. They both laughed, and his heart skipped a beat or two when she leaned forward again for another kiss.

This one was longer, and a little deeper, but it was unfortunately cut short by a cough at the door.

"Ahem."

Wilbur, extremely annoyed, turned to look at the source of the cough and did a double take when he realized who had interrupted them. Emily turned around as well, and her own cheeks tinged pink. Staring at them, her arms folded across her chest and rapidly tapping one high-heeled shoe on the tiled floor with a very cross look on her face, was Franny.

Wilbur gulped. Emily put her fingers guiltily up to her lips. Arms still crossed and foot still tapping, Franny said tersely, "Explain yourselves."

As one, Emily and Wilbur both went scarlet.

Wilbur: Okay, that was totally awesome, just like you said it would be. Thanks very much.

Me: You're welcome.

Wilbur: One thing, though.

Me: Sure. Ask away.

Wilbur: Why did you have to make the one who catches us my mother? It's extremely traumatizing.

Me: You've answered your own question, dollface.

Wilbur: You seriously did that just to traumatize me?!? Ouch. Not really feelin' the love tonight.

Me: Sorry, but what do you expect? It's almost midnight. I'm tired.

Wilbur: Testament to your grammar skills though as well as your vocabulary. I can't write that well at ten o'clock in the morning.

Me: (smiling) That's because you're never awake at ten in the morning.

Wilbur: Touché. That's a good point. Hey, you look really tired, you should go to bed.

Me: Maybe I will. But don't you want me to upload another chapter?

Wilbur: Nah, get some sleep, beautiful.

Me: Don't you want to get kissed again?!?

Wilbur: Sure I do, but by you, not the OC. I definitely care more about you than her.

Me: Awwww……that's really sweet. And I'm not just saying that 'cuz I'm really tired.

Wilbur: (gives her a good night kiss) Go to sleep. I'll be there in a minute. Trust me to finish this up?

Me: Sure. see ya soon. (kisses him back)

Wilbur: Okaaaaay, thanks to those who reviewed, Em really appreciates it. Thanks to those who favorited and/or alerted, she appreciates that too.

Thanks to Mi Mi for the fabulous PM's, and to Goob for participating in them. Technically, she should thank me too, as I'm always there, but I'll forgive her. She is pretty tired. And she's a really good kisser. (don't tell her I told you that. she'll get mad or embarrassed, and then I'll get in trouble and I'll feel horrible…)

Thanks for keeping up with my story, guys. I promise, Emily's told me that loose ends are going to be wrapped up, including whether the bad guys got arrested or not (I really hope they did) and whether the family is okay with us being "together" (I really hope they are) and she's promised that James will come back………(I really hope she forgets that one).

Thanks for putting up with me and for putting up with her. She's not that bad, but I know I'm no picnic. Whatever. I know you guys send lots of reviews her way, but if you wanted to, it would not be unwelcome for you to send reviews with messages to me. Just sayin'. I'd do my best to get back to you.

One more thing from Emily before I sign off: Please excuse any typos, as she is extremely exhausted. Whew. Leave it to her to use big words when she's that zonked. But ya gotta love her! At least, I do.

Thanks for being patient guys! And, as it turns out, I am good kisser after all!!! YAY!!! (see the author note in chapter six if you're confused)

Bye!

-Wilbur Robinson