Will's struggle.

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Halt knew that it would take a long time to recover. Will would have nightmares, flashbacks and depressive episodes. He just couldn't believe that a 15 year old had gone through this. 

That's when it hit him. 

It's Will's birthday, tomorrow. Will is turning 16. Halts heart sunk to his shoes. Will is turning sixteen in a massive depressive episode... Halt fought back tears while he felt a lump in his throat. Why did Will have to go through this? Why not him? If he went with him that day he wouldn't have been captured. If he was there for Will he wouldn't have to go throug-

OUCH!

Halt snapped out of his thoughts when he poured steaming hot coffee all over his fingers. He cursed under his breath and put down the coffee pot carefully. Then he got some water to cool the burn down. He was already walking to the medical set when he paused. He hid the warmweed somewhere far away. So Will couldn't and wouldn't relapse. 

Halt blamed himself. How could he think of warmweed while Will was struggling with an active addiction? He had burned himself poorly, he could easily survive without the weed.  Halt decided that a bit of healing salve and a cold cloth would do the trick. It would heal within a week, Halt knew. It wouldn't even leave a scar, at the most some redness. 

An hour later, Halt stood up from his favorite chair and walked to Wills room. Its was around mid-day and Will didn't come out yet.  He knew Will was having a hard time. For the past four days, Will had been in an episode where he mentally and physically wasn't here.

"Will? Can I come in?", Halt asked while he knocked on his door.

"Yeah sure Halt." Was Wills respond.

Halt opened the door and looked at the bed. Will was laying down, covered in blankets and with messy, unbrushed hair for at least three days. He looked horrible. His eyebags where huge, hair messy and dry lips. The worst things was the distant look in his eye. The old Will was no where to be seen in those eyes. The big, brown eyes who earlier shined bright with joy and life, where now lifeless, in pain and desperate for a life without trauma.

''How are you feeling, son?''

Will looked up. He saw Halt sitting down next to him. His mentor. His friend. His sort of father. Halt means so much to him. He couldn't imagine a life without him. 

"Halt, I've never felt worse. Its like I'm drowning inside of my own thoughts. I'm so cold all of the time while it is Spring. I don't know for how long I can do this.", Will replied in a soft, raspy voice.

He saw that Halt was trying to get some words out. And he knew that Halt couldn't. Will saw tears forming in Halts eyes. Slowly. Starting with some moist eyes. Then, filling his eyes up, and eventually leaving sparkly, wet lines on Halts face. Something Will didn't see for a long, long time.

And then, Halt moved. He reached out to Wills shoulders, grabbing him carefully and slowly. Will was sitting now, and suprisingly comfortable. 

Halt hugged him.

A long, warm and truthful hug.

And he didn't let go.

It felt like the two men needed the hug both. So they sat there. In silence, in a non-akwerd hug. Just pure love. Like a father and son.

Damn this really just popped into my head man. Im so so sorry. Also its 01.11 am rn, so tired. Imma sleep now. PLEASE lmk what you think about this! request? text it to me please! bye bye !