Friday came. Usually this would signify the end of the week, and the prospect of having two full days to unwind before starting over again.

This was not the case on this particular Friday.

The week was almost over and you'd made no progress. None. You'd spent every free moment you had doing everything you possibly could to wake him up, but nothing worked. Will was still a vegetable, and soon you would be mincemeat.

"The maiden lay dead upon the floor, her breast cut open, and beside her crouched the mad warlock, holding in one bloody hand a great, smooth, shining.... scarlet....heart..." You tried to continue reading, but kept choking up, so you closed the book and finally gave in to the fear. "It's useless." You sighed and buried your face in your hands. "That crazy clown is going to kill me."

You sobbed into your hands, feeling the tears pool up in your palms and your body tremble. After a while you lowered your hands and looked at the unconscious boy, who looked far too peaceful to you, considering your own life was about to end. The worst part was that you hadn't even helped him. You were going to die, and soon enough so would he. Both of you were going to be corpses in the ground soon, silently rotting. You strongly doubted that they'd even figure out who killed either of you. You were going to die without contributing anything.

You folded your arms on the bed, next to his head, and rested your face on them. "I'm so sorry, Will." You mumbled into the sheets, "I just wish..."

You trailed off. There were too many things that you wished.

A miracle, by definition, is an extraordinary, improbable event that neither the laws of nature nor science can explain. They are often believed to be the result of divine intervention or fate, but in the end the experience is simply something unearthly. Transcendant.

So even a soft, tiny rustle of the sheets can signify a miracle.

It was that exact noise that made your heart skip a beat. Maybe even two beats. You were frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. The noise didn't happen again, so you raised your head to look for any sign that he had moved. Your (e/c) eyes were met by a pair of great big, crystal blue ones. He'd done more than just move. He'd turned his head and was staring right at you.

You instinctively drew back, startled by suddenly being in the presence of another fully sentient human being. The shock quickly turned into a swell of happiness and reflief that felt like a great, warm breath flowing through your body. "Oh my god." Is all you could choke out.

"Are you...okay?" The boy asked, his voice quiet and raspy from underuse.

"Am I okay?" You repeated in surprise. He'd just woken up from a coma and he was asking if you were okay. A smile broke out on your face and you half-laughed, half-sobbed. You wiped tears away from your eyes with your sleeve. "Y-yeah, I'm, I'm fine now. Are you okay?"

The blonde boy looked around for a moment, taking in his environment before propping himself up on his elbows and struggling to sit up.

Your eyes widened as he did so. "Be careful! You really shouldn't..!"

Before you could finish your warning he'd sat up and pulled off his oxygen mask. Underneath it his face was a touch pink from the constant pressure, but he seemed to breathe fine without it and not be in any pain, so you relaxed a little. "Where...?" He wondered aloud.

"You're in a Hospital in (Your Town). You've been in a coma for the past month..." You answered. What should you do? Should you call for a nurse? Wait for the clown to show up? You had no idea.

Will turned his gaze back to you, then quickly turned away again. Pretty soon more areas of his face were turning pink, and it wasn't from the oxygen mask. You tilted your head to side a bit, puzzled by his curious behavior. Abruptly he shot out his hand towards you, with his face still turned away. From what you could see through his hair, the back of his neck was washed with color as well. "The name's Will." He said after clearing his throat.

He'd been awake for a whole of two minutes and you could already tell...he was a huge dork. With a small smile on your lips you shook his hand. "I know. My name's (y/n)."

Will looked back at you in surprise. "How did you already know?"

"Your, um...your friend." You answered, your mood dropping at the thought of the monochrome clown man. "He told me."

Will pursed his lips, reading your response. "Was he...tall? With black hair and a pointy nose?"

You nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, that's the one."

"Laughing Jack..." Will muttered under his breath. You couldn't tell if he was frustrated or relieved. Perhaps it was a mix of both.

As if on cue, there was a loud bang like a firework, and the room was filled with the same sweet-smelling grey smoke as before. Your heart dropped into your stomach and nearly stopped beating altogether. He was here.

Will coughed and waved the smoke away from his face. "You don't have to do that every time..." He said, looking at the new arrival without a hint of fear. On the contrary, he acted like he was speaking to an old friend or family member, someone so close you could be cross with them without jeopardizing your relationship.

"Ah, Will~ How I missed the sound of your loser voice." The demonic clown mused from somewhere behind you. You heard his claws rest against the handles of your wheelchair and felt him lean his weight on it. All the blood drained from your face. He didn't give off any warmth, but you could feel his feathery shoulders barely touching your hair and, oddly enough, smell sugar cookies.

"You're the loser, loser." Will replied. He looked at you again, and his snarky demeanor gave way to a more concerned expression. "Hey, cut it out man, you're freaking (y/n) out."

"Who, Meals on Wheels?" The clown bent over so that his upside-down face was right in front of yours. "She looks fine to me!" He added with a cackle.

"I'm serious. Knock it off." Will said firmly.

"If you say so~" The creature behind you responded, then promptly knocked you out of your chair. You squeaked when you hit the ground, sending the clown into a fit of laughter.

"Laughing Jack!" Will protested. He took the I.V out of his arm and got onto his feet. His weak limbs gave out under him pretty fast, but he crawled over to you and helped you sit up. Terrified beyond words, you leaned into him, grasping for the safety and comfort of even a total stranger. "What the hell, man? She didn't do anything."

"You're right. I do apologize." Laughing Jack said, not sounding apologetic at all. "In fact, I should be thanking Miss (Y/n)! She really came through for me. What a champ!"

You felt the sadistic clown's claws wrap around your torso once more and struggled against them as he pulled you away from Will and up to eye level with him. "Sooooo....~ Thanks bunches, Kiddo. To show my gratitude, I'll just slit your throat real quick and be done with it! Aren't you a lucky one~!"

A silent scream caught in your throat as  Laughing Jack raised one razor sharp claw to your throat. Oh god, you were going to die. Will had woken up, but you were still going to die. He was going to kill you!

"Stop!!" Will cried out. He clambered onto his feet and grabbed Laughing's Jack's sleeve, yanking his claws away from your throat. "Don't kill her." He said through labored breaths. There was a long silence as the clown and the boy stared eachother down, testing eachother's resolve. At last Laughing Jack gave in.

" Fine, Mr. Bleeding-heart. But you owe me one." The monochrome monster begrudgingly agreed. He turned to you, brought his hand up and gently flicked you on the forehead with his sharpened claw, and everything went black.