It's All My Fault

The beginning

The following chapter covers some rough topics. Please read with caution.

It's all my fault people are hurt.

Will stopped talking after he was told the news. In all honesty, he didn't believe it. Dustin had cried. Mike stared in shock.

It was now 11 pm. Everybody had gone home, but Joyce, Jonathan, Hopper and Mike. Joyce and Jonathan were in the waiting area. She had not taken this all well...

Mike was awake in the bed with Will, just trying to keep him calm. Mike looks when the door opened, and Hopper walked in. He sighs, seeing Will. Wills eyes were closed, him sweating slightly. They had put another oxygen mask on him when the levels tanked again.

"Hey kid.." Hopper sighs, standing next to Wills bed. It was hard, seeing Will like this. After what happened to his own daughter. "I know things are rough right now but uh....you've beaten death twice now. You can fight an infection." He says, looking at Will. His green eyes were now open, though they looked exhausted.

Hopper sighs. "Get some rest...you tell any of us if you need something, okay?" He asks, causing Will to nod. Hopper nods in return, leaving the room.

—————4 hours later. 2:17 a.m.————

Mike awoke to the sound of quick breathing, and warm skin. He lifted his head, looking at Will. His eyes were squeezed shut, skin and hair damp with sweat. His skin was hot, pale and wet. Each time he took a breath (which was always way to fast for liking), the oxygen mask fogged as it tried to push oxygen into him. Joyce and Jonathan were now in the room, Jonathan trying to hold Wills hand and Joyce running her fingers through Wills sweaty hair.

"What's going on?..." Mike asks the two, eyes darting between Will and them.

"A fever started. It's at around 101.2 right now. He keeps having bad dreams and hallucinations because of the fever....his oxygen is really low." Jonathan says, trying to comfort his brother.

Mike looks at Will, cupping his face gently. "Hey...slow deep breaths. Try it with me." Mike says, taking Wills hand that was healing better and placing it onto his own chest, taking slow deep breaths so Will could feel it.

Though, it was to no avail. Will was really out of it, whining unknowable words. " 'ust want it to s...top." Will slurred and whined, eyes squeezing shut.

"Oh I know baby I know." Joyce says, kissing his head.

"Mom..." Will let out a broken cry.

And Mike could see Joyce's heart shatter.