It's more Will X reader but Bill is in it too.

You hum softly to yourself as you unlock to doors to your apartment, a bag of groceries in your hand. You shut the door behind you as you enter the lounge room; you wander into the kitchen and set the bag onto the counter top. Just as you had begun to pull out the groceries, you hear Bill's voice. You cease your unpacking and wander back into the lounge room, listening out for Bill's voice once again.

"Will..." his voice was much softer than it usually was which worried you.

You notice that the voice is coming from Will's room. You walk down to Will's room and walk in. The first thing you see is Bill crouching beside Will's bed, the sound of Will's sobbing coming from under it.

"What's wrong?" you ask in a low voice.

Bill turns to face you, a slightly panicked look on his face.

"Will's having a panic attack."

You walk over beside Bill and kneel down, looking under the bed to see Will curled up underneath. His normal eye was pouring out tears while blooded dripped from under his eye patch. He was covered in bruises with scratches and scrapes dotting his skin.

"Oh geez, Will, sweetie," you coo, "can you please come out so I can fix you up?"

He shakes his head profusely, whimpering and he begins to sob louder. You look over at Bill and gesture to the bed. He nods before surrounding the bed in a yellow glow and lifting it to the roof. You stand up and walk over to Will; he had already pulled himself into a tighter ball, digging his face into his knees. You kneel beside him and gently peel his arms away from his legs and hug him. He unravels himself further and begins clinging to you like a child, sobbing into your shoulder. You slowly stand up and Will wraps his legs around your waist. You nod at Bill, thanking him as you leave the room. You hear Bill put the bed down and follow you out of the room.

You take a seat on the couch, Will still clinging to you tightly. Just by feeling how tightly he was holding you, he didn't want to let go. You flinch as you feel his acid tears burn through your shirt and onto your flesh.

"Bill, could you go get the first aid kit." You ask Bill, he nods and silently walks off.

You begin to rub Will's back in a circular motion. You listen quietly as his sobs die down to sniffles and hiccups.

"What happened?" you ask softly, "was it the twins?"

You knew the answer, but wanted to hear it from him.

"I didn't mean to, I tripped and broke a vase," Will mumbles, "Mabel got really angry."

"It's okay sweetie," you speak in a low voice, "Bill and I will fix you up and then we can watch a movie."

You feel Will nod against your shoulder.

"Here," Bill says, sitting the first aid kit beside you.

You nod as thanks to Bill and look back down at Will.

"You're gonna have to let your arms go for a bit honey."

Reluctantly Will unravels his arms from your frame. You open up the kit and pull out some antiseptic wipes. You open the packet up, pull out a wipe and begin to clean up the scratches on his face. Every now and again he flinches, and you softly apologise every time.

"Alright, I have to remove your eye patch."

Will freezes for a moment before nodding hesitantly. You gently remove the black patch from his eye and let out a gasp. It looked as if he had been stabbed in the eye, thick blood dripping down his pale cheek. Bill looks over at the injury and sighs, placing a hand over the injured eye. After a moment he pulls his hand away and his eye was back to normal.

"Thank Bill." You smile up at him.

Now you'd have to get his ruined sweater off.

"Will, could you take your sweater off?" you ask, "I need to clean the rest of you up."

Will nods and tries to lift his arms up high enough to remove it, only to flinch. As gently as possible, you help him out of his sweater and clean up the numerous wounds on his torso.

You sigh as you look at the ripped up sweater in your hands. You toss it aside and pull off your own, slipping it onto Will. There was a small hole from his tears, but other than that it was still pretty good. He looks up at you, wide eyed.

"Alright, all done," you smile, "now let's watch a movie."

Will nods and crawls off of you, he curls up against you and rests his head on your lap. You grab the remote and turn the TV on. You look over at Bill and pat the seat next to you, offering him the spot. He takes the offer and sits down beside you, wrapping an arm around you and resting his head against your shoulder. You lean your head against Bill's as you pet Will's hair. It wasn't long until you hear the two boys snoring softly, and soon enough you nod off too.