Diary Entries of Wurm Friend

>You enter your room, facing the Wurm sitting by the far wall inside
>She gently strokes the cat plushie sitting in her lap, while she herself lies on top of a pile of plushies that she herself brought from her house
>"Wahahahaha! I'm surprised you made it this far, Anon."
"Cut the shit, Grace. Where did you hide it," you ask, slightly unamused
>"You can have it back...if you can retrieve it from the depths of the fortress of my animal guardians."
>She retreats, her body sinking into the cotton pile
>"Come after me, if you dare, Anon."
>You hesitate for a moment, but thinking that she is only fucking around, you decide to quickly grab your lost item and be on your way.
[>Before she grabs your wrist and pulls you into the pile of stuffed animals, wrapping her arms and legs around you.]

[>You are now in the playful embrace of a Wurm, trapped under a pile of cotton pile of plushies that block the room's source of light, not knowing which way is up]
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>Date: Efritsday the 19th

>Today, Grace came by my house the day I was sick. She was so happy that she barged into the house with her doggy bag of medicine and groceries. I could tell she wanted to have a field day with taking care of me.

>I felt like shit, lying in this bed with my nose and throat all stuffed up. But I appreciated her company. She even made stew for me, even sat up and spoonfed me and everything. I told her it was unnecessary at first, but she just wouldn't listen. With that beaming look in her eyes, I suppose it couldn't have been helped. Still, it was delicious. I was actually happy she took the time to make something like it.

>Still, I felt guilty that I sneezed while she was so close to me. I tried not to, but when she said, "Say 'Ah,'" I tried to cover myself, but I couldn't do it in time. I'm sure her catching the flu a few days later was no ordinary coincidence. She called me this morning, telling me how she had fallen ill. There's no way I was anything but the first person she called to tell about it.

>Still, I'm happy she feels that way. I suppose I'll have to stop by the store on the way. I can't show up to her house empty-handed, I'm sure.

[You will never have a Wurm read the journal in your room while you're not looking. Again.]
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>Dryadsday the 15th

>I went over to Grace's home like she had asked me to. You should have seen her. She was sick as a dog. Apparently Dragon girls aren't as resilient in their immune systems as their bodies are. I didn't let her out of bed for anything, despite how much she tried to tell me she could get things herself. Her coughing certainly concerned me.

>But, after some time, I could tell she was getting increasingly bored lying in her bed. So instead, I gathered up the sheets and comforters she had around the house and set up a blanket fort, starting from over her bed. I tried to encompass as much of the room in it as I could, and I'd feel confident in saying that I succeeded. At least then, she'd be able to get out of bed without me worrying so much.

>We played and talked all day in that fort, on her huge-as-hell Caesar-size bed. She even asked me to cuddle with her for a time while we lay inside. I was hesitant to answer at first, considering. I wasn't sure whether or not I'd end up getting sick again, but Grace wrapped tail around me anyway and tried to pull me close. So we stayed like that, for a good hour or two, no less.

>She fell asleep pretty quickly during that hour. But as she slept, I noticed she had a small frown on her face. At one point, she said something like, "No. I AM a dragon. Really." I couldn't help but wonder what she dreamt of.

>At some point, I had to wake her up and tell her. I had to leave. Even though she was somewhat sad to have me leave, she told me she'd be healthy enough to go to school tomorrow, and asked whether or not I'd be there tomorrow too. She was happy to hear a yes from me, and even said that school wasn't as fun without me with her. As flattering as it sounded I wondered if she meant that as much asI had thought she did.

>Hopefully Grace does get better again by tomorrow. I think I might meet her here and walk with her to school too, just to be sure. I'm sure she'd like that too.