You're Never Leaving
Wilbur a normal college student and his roommate looks exactly like him. They aren't related, but he started to call Technoblade his twin. He regrets it when shit goes sideways.-----“You’re going to throw up again if you drink it too fast,” Techno said quickly. “Only take small sips for now.” Wilbur took a few sips and his throat felt good enough to talk.
“Look at my twin takin’ care of me,” He croaked, he sounded just as sick as he felt. His throat, once clammy, was soothed, for now, but he knew it wouldn't be long until it acted up again.
Techno's lips had a light twitch, like he found the joke funny but refused to admit it, “Bruh, if you wanted me to take care of you so much, why didn’t you call me? You’re more than welcome to call me for anything."
Wilbur cringed. He had thought about it, but he didn’t want to be a bother. No one wanted to take care of a sick person-especially one as stubborn as him.
He ignored the fact that Techno still had to take care of him, even if he didn’t call.