"Is he out of bed yet?" George questioned as he looked at Kylie. She sadly shook her head, her bell-earings making small ringing noises as she mutely replied.

George sighed.

Kylie sent him a harsh glance. "This. . . Event happened yesterday! You can't just expect Will to bounce back like elastic! His boyfriend died!" She told him, her harsh glance quickly turning into a cold stare.

"They literally fought all the time! And Nico disobeyed Will every chance he got!" George argued.

"They were flirting and Nico should obey Will's every demand! No wonder you don't have a romantic partner!"  She spat angrily.

George scoffed and walked off, furious with his sister.

Meanwhile, Kylie stayed.

She took in the looks of the cabin. The scent of fresh rosin and faint yellow color giving the room a homey look.

If only Will wasn't under his covers, crying silently.

"Will, I'm gonna have to go to the infirmary for my shift. I'll come back as soon as it ends, okay?" She called out.

Will let out a small whimper.

"You know what. . ." Kylie trailed off, pulling the covers off of Will. He curled up in a ball, the tear stains on his face like neon lights as the light of the cabin hit it.

"You're gonna come with me. Maybe Hazel will be there, or just someone to talk to you." Kylie said to her brother, tugging on his foot gently.

"Do I have to go?" He asked, voice fragile.

Kylie swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded.

She knew it was the first day of the loss, but he needed to be busy. Maybe distracted before the final weight of loosing someone sets in. . .

"Come on." Kylie whispered, taking Will out of bed. He was still in his bloody shirt and ripped pants.

Looking at him, she sighed.

And he started to cry again.

"Nico." He repeated over and over under his breath.

A/n:
Sad Will. . . SAD WILL!!! THIS IS BREAKING MY HEART!!! WHY DID I WRITE THIS FANFIC?!?!

- Bridget