Hhhhheeeeeee.
Should I
1: Kill Nico
2: Make him suffer for the rest of his life.
~

Will rested his head on Nico's lap, well aware of the fact that he was unconscious. His head was spinning and his entire body was shaking. Hot tears burned his cheeks.

How was he supposed to move on if Nico actually died? If he was like this when Nico merely foamed at the mouth, how would he deal with knowing he would never hear his voice again?

Will buried his face in the blankets, his entire body shaking with the sobs. Larissa was standing in the corner of the room, making sure he was breathing okay. Ever since he'd started the job at the hospital, anxiety attacks were the most common medical issue for him. They really only occurred when he lost a patient he was close to, but this was an exception. Nico was his exception.

His exception. Nico was his. No one else had the right to kiss him. No one else had the right to hold him. Hell, no one had the right to touch him unless it was for medical reasons.

Will eventually stopped crying and just breathed choppily. He eventually heard Larissa leave the room, and someone else enter. Will lifted his head and wiped his eyes. His dad was standing by the door, a sad look on his face.

"How are you, champ?" He asked quietly and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sucky," Will answered, his voice nasally.

His dad sighed, "We're trying our best for him. I can promise you that. He won't go down without a fight."

"I don't want him to go down at all," Will breathed.

Will's dad pursed his lips. "Even though he won't admit it, he's doing his best to stay around."

"I know," Will said fragilely.

The senior doctor rested the back of his hand on Nico's forehead, checking his temperature. "He doesn't have many reasons to fight, yet he's still doing so."

"I know."

"For you, William."

"I know."

"He's not going to give up. He'll fight until he's physically incapable. Do you really want to ask that of him?"

Will's gaze snapped away from Nico's face, landing on his father's. "What?"

"Do you really want to cause him suffering?"

Will sucked in a sharp breath. "Get out."

"Will-"

"Get out," Will said loudly, an anxious edge to his voice.

"I wasn't-"

"Get out!" Will shouted.

His dad stood up quickly, leaving the room. Will covered his face with his hands, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. His breathing was uneven and fast, which is probably what caused him to start coughing. Breathing was hard, now.

Larissa rushed back into the room, carrying a glass of water. She pulled Will's hands away from his face, forcing the cup to his lips. "Drink it," she commanded when he wouldn't open his mouth.

Will obeyed, almost spraying water all over Larissa. Nico's dark eyes were open now. Larissa pushed the hair out of Will's face, pressing her palm to his forehead. "I'm going to get you some medicine. Finish the water."

Will nodded, holding the cup with shaking hands. Nico stared at him, "Are you okay?"

"No."