○Help Me○ ||Byler||

8.

Mike's POV

Mike woke up and looked at the clock. It's was 5:30 AM which was pretty early but it made sense. Since they slept around 8 PM.

Mike was somehow now spooning Will. He didn't know when they switched but it didn't matter. Now he had a chance to hug with Will.

He first admired the boy. How he was curled up in a ball. How his hands are at the point of breaking under his chin. His hand.

Mike frowned when he looked at Wills hand. He noticed how very small blood stains are on his own shirt.

"How did Will not notice, why didn't he say his knuckles were hurt after he punched Troy?" It was not much blood it was so small it could have been nothing. But it was still blood.

Mike took Wills 'hurt' hand and brought it closer to him. Which made Will wake up.

"Morning" Will said with a sleepy voice while slowly rolling on his back, rubbing his eye. He didn't realise Mike was holding his hand not responding until Mike started again.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mike said while rubbing is thumb over Wills knuckles.

"Tell you what?" Will asked confused.

"Your knuckles.."

"What's with them" Will asked now sitting up looking at his hand seeing Mike was holding it.

"Oh shit.." Will said when he realised his knuckles were a red mess from the punch.

"What oh shit?" Mike asked thinking Will didn't tell Mike on purpose.

"I didn't realise I punched that hard." Will said. Mike sighed out of relieve.

"We should clean it" Will said while standing up.

Mike stood up too and followed Will. Will walked to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit.

He grabbed everything he needed the clean the wounds. Mike looked very confused about this action. How did Will know how to use all of that?

Will poured some alcohol on his knuckles which made him hiss at the pain.

"Should I help you" Mike quickly asked when he heard the boy hiss.

"Do you know how?" Will asked while slightly chuckling.

"No, but you can tell me" Mike said seriously looking at Will.

"Okay" Will said chuckling.

"Sit down" Mike held Wills shoulders as he led him to the closed toilet seat.

Will sat down. And instructed Mike how to apply the bandage.

Mike looked at Will a few times and Will just nodded to tell him he did it okay.

"How do you even know how to do this?" Mike asked Will genuinely confused.

"I can't say that" Will said breaking the eye contact.

Mike was now leaning against the bathroom counter and Will still sat on the closed toilet seat.

"You know you can trust me right?" Mike asked confused at Will not telling Mike.

"Yeah I know" Will said now looking at his fiddling hands.

"We can talk about this is in a more comfortable place." Mike said.

"Yeah sure, but not here. Not in this house." Will said which made Mike even more confused.

"Where then?" Mike asked thinking the 'more comfortable place' should be Wills room.