𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ||𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴||

𝐈𝐕. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐞

"Will!" Chris yelled as he ran towards his best friend with panic in his body. When he reached will he started shaking him, but he wasn't responding. "Will!" He cried again and soon he saw Mike and Lucas running to get help. "Will, wake up, please," He begged with glossy eyes as he kept shaking the boy he felt something more for. Mike joined the two again and Chris and Mike shared a scared look.

"We just found him like this!" Mike said as Dustin, Lucas Max and now also Joyce ran towards them.

"I think he's having another episode!" Chris added, his voice cracking.

"Will! Will! Will!" Joyce said as Chris stood next to Mike. "Sweetie, wake up! It's Mom!" But he didn't wake up. "Will!" Joyce cried as Chris started chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Will, wake up! Can you hear me? Will, please, just wake up. Please, wake up! It's Mom! It's me!" And then Will gasped as he opened his eyes.

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Chris stood next to Mike as the part plus Max watched Will and Joyce left.

"Okay, that totally freaked me out. Did that not freak you guys out?" Max asked, but the guys weren't listening.

"Two episodes in two days," Lucas said.

"It's getting worse," Mike added.

"Way worse." Chris sighed while rubbing his eyes.

"You think it's True Sight?" Lucas asked.

"What's True Sight?" Max asked confused about what was going on, but both Chris and Mike shook their heads.

"It's nothing," Lucas said to Max as Joyce's car started leaving.

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The door closed behind Chris as he walked into his house. He removed his classic black Vans put his sunglasses on the top of his head.

"Steve! I'm home..." He started but his face soon fell as he saw his parents sitting in the living room. Chris looked at Steve who was also sitting there with a stone-cold face.

"Well, are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna give your old man a hug, son?" His father said, and Chris carefully walked towards the living room as his father stood up. His father hugged him tightly, but not in a nice way before Chris went to his mother.

"So, Christian, how was school?" She asked as they all sat down.

"Okay... I guess?" He replied awkwardly."You guess? What kind of answer is that?" His father boomed and Chris started chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"We talk about the case of Phineas Gage. He had uh... he had a rode through his skull or something." He mumbled.

"Christian, speak up." His mother scolded and Chris looked at Steve who just looked away, they were both not happy with their parents back.

"I see that you're still playing that stupid sport of yours." His father scoffed as he looked at Chris's baseball jacket.

"It's not stupid. And I'm actually the captain of the team." Chris shot back but quickly regretted it when he saw his father's glare.

"And let me guess, you're still hanging out with those freaks?" He asked and Chris tried to stay calm as he clenched his fists.

"They're not freaks." He stated calmly.