Wilbur swore he never got sick. It just simply did not happen. And yet here he was. Laying in bed. With a fever. He was partially delirious and it wasn't doing him any favours. His father had summoned for the doctor, and the doctor had given him some medicine. He refused to cooperate with his Valet, to the point where he had just up and left. So instead, his mother had ordered the daughter of one of her ladies maids to look after him and make sure he got better. His door creaked open and he...
