Day 3
You cooked up lunch for you and Wilson, while Wilson is out for a while to find materials for his science machine, when he got back, he looked injured, you ran to him, and look at him "wilson, what happened?" "It's ok, no need to worry, it was just a bunch of hounds, a spider, and a flock of birds trying to devour me, no ne- argh!!!" He fell down on the ground, hugging his stomach, you kneeled down and remove his hands from his chest, it has a cut, and it's bleeding!, why would he say this is ok?, you can't just let him lie and die at the same time!, you grabbed the first aid kit, "Wilson, can... you remove your shirt please?" He gulped and remove his vest then his polo, you wrapped the band aid all over his stomach, "don't put your shirt on until tomorrow, ok?" He nodded, you look at him, you wish you could drool right now, you never knew that he has a six pack
-Later-
This has been the worst day, you have to scoot closer to Wilson to avoid Chester's drooling, why is it bad you ask?, your face and hands are on his chest!, oh well... he's asleep anyway, but this is gonna be hard, you carefully wrap your hands around his waist, your hands on his back, you scoot a bit more closer, every inch you move, it gets even hotter, then you fell asleep, you then felt hot breaths on your forehead, you swear not only your face is red right now.
