It's All My Fault

One on one chats- Robin

It's all my fault I'm bad at hiding.
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"You scared?" Mike whispers, dabbing Wills forehead with a cold towel. The fever had to be brought down. 105.4.

Will just looks at him with tired eyes, a tear dripping down his cheek. Mike let out a shaky exhale, wiping Wills tear away. Will got the intubation tube out, now that he was breathing on his own. He only had an oxygen mask.

Progress...right?...

"You'll be okay." Mike says softly. "I know you will..."

"Hey, Mike?" A soft voice says, catching Mikes attention. Robin placed a hand on Mikes shoulder. "You mind if I talk to him?..." she asks, then glanced at everybody. "Alone?"

Will looked at her with only his eyes, and gently tried leaning into mikes hand so Mike was cupping his face. He didn't want him to leave.

"Alright. Mike you can stay. But everybody else, could we have space?" She asks, looking around. The group nods, one by one leaving.

She looks back to Will, who was very close to Mike. Mike was sitting on the bed, holding Will close without hurting him. Mike had no idea that Will liked him...

Robin gently takes Wills hand with both of her own. "I know you think it's weird that I want to talk to you alone. We really don't know eachother well." She says, chuckling a bit at the end. "But I need you to know something. Whether you beat this infection or not...you have to know." She sighs, slightly holding back tears.

She swallows, trying to suck the tears back in. She looks at Will, holding his hand still with both of her own. "I know you think there is something wrong with you. You feel stupid...you hate yourself. Mostly because of this one thing that you have been thinking was wrong..." she says softly. She watched as Wills eyes widened slightly, filling with tears.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is- well not make it obvious, because it isn't! Well it is to me, but other people it isn't. Well I don't think-" she tries, squinting as she rambled.

"Robin." Mike says, giving her a 'get to the point' look.

"Right! So Will.... I know you like boys." She says softly. A tear slowly dripped down Wills face, and she felt him slowly begin to pull his hand from hers. The poor boy had such little strength, his eyes rarely open. If so, only for a few seconds.

She continued to hold his hand, and with the other hand she wiped the tear away. "I need you to know there is nothing wrong with it. I felt the same way. I like girls. And I know you're scared. Of people finding out. But if you end up telling everybody, just know you have somebody like you...there is nothing wrong with you. You aren't horrible. Or broken. Or bad." She says, smiling softly. "I thought the same thing about myself...then...I told Steve..."

"Steve?" Mike says, speaking Wills and his own thoughts. "No way."

"Yes way. If...it's okay with you, I think Steve may have some good advice too...he won't judge...I promise..." she says, looking at Will.

She could see Will was nervous. He trusted Robin and Steve. This was just...scary. He sighs, looking at Robin. He squeezed her hand. Yes.