~♬♬ D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E, I see things that nobody else sees ♬♬~
3rd Person
Joyce, Jonathan and Hopper all arrived outside of the Byers house and they could hear Will's crying from outside of the house. Jonathan rushed over to the door, and began shouting inside.
"Lonnie get the fuck off of Will! The police are on their way and they're gonna put your sorry ass in jail!" Jonathan belted, trying to find any open windows or just anywhere he could get in.
Lonnie looked down at Will, who was barely breathing but still awake. He didn't care if he went to jail, he just wanted Will dead.
His grip tightened around the young boys throat and Will could no longer breathe. He was crying hysterically and trying to get any air into his lungs, but nothing was helping.
"I fucking hate you so much, you're a disgrace to this fucking family." Lonnie sneered, getting down into Will's face.
Will knew he was going to die, there was no point in trying to stop it from happening.
Will's body gave up, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his entire body went limp.
Lonnie grinned, and took a step back from the boy.
The door burst open and the sound of a police siren began to echo throughout the house.
Joyce screamed at the sight of her son, and she rushed over to him.
"Oh my god.." She whispered, and Lonnie just stood and grinned at her.
Joyce put her hand against her sons chest and felt for his heartbeat, and she could feel his heart beating, but he was weak.
She scooped Will up in her arms and brought him out side, and they heard the screeching of bike tires.
"I told you to stay home!" Hopper's voice boomed at the five children, but he wasn't too bothered about them.
"Holy shit." Hopper gasped, looking down at Will.
Jonathan ran over to them, hoping his little brother would be okay, but when he got to the everybody he felt like he was going to throw up as he looked down at his Will's almost lifeless body.
"Is he okay?" Eleven yelled, as all of the party began rushing over.
Joyce wouldn't talk, she just looked down at her son and cried.
Everybody tried to look at Will, but Hopper kept blocking their view.
"Get him in the car, were talking him to the hospital, now." Hopper muttered, running over to the car.
Everybody was now able to get a good look at Will, and they felt sick.
His neck was purple from when Lonnie choking him, his wrist was bent in a funny way and was swollen, his entire face was covered in cuts and bruises and there was blood dripping down onto his clothes.
Most of the party either began to cry or had tears lingering in their eyes as they watched Will get carried away into Hoppers car.
Joyce saw the five of them stood there and turned around to talk to them.
"Listen, i-if you want, I can bring you with me to the hospital and you can wait with us for Will." Joyce offered.
Everybody nodded hurriedly, and they all piled into the back of Joyce's car, Hopper and Jonathan in Hopper's Police car.
(At the Hospital)
Everybody was now in the waiting room, waiting for any news about Will. Nobody would talk, nobody felt that they should.
A doctor walked into the room and walked over to them, making Joyce look up.
"Are you all here for William Byers?" The man asked them all.
"Yeah, why?" Hopper looked up at him.
"Well, he's awake.. But there is a bit of bad news." The man told them.
"What is it?" Joyce whispered.
"When he was choked, his vocal chords were damadged severely. So, we aren't sure whether he will be able to speak. And if he is able to speak, it won't be very easy for him." The doctor told them, and Joyce's heart dropped.
"S-So you're telling me that he might not be able to speak ever again?" She asked him.
"I'm really sorry, Ma'am, but yes. He might not be able to speak." The doctor confirmed, and Joyce burst into tears.
Hopper looked over at the party who were all sat staring into space.
"Why don't you five go and see him. I don't think Joyce or Jonathan is ready to see him yet." Hopper sighed.
Mike nodded and immediately rushed into Will's room, causing the smaller boy to jump slightly.
"Holy shit, Will." Mike muttered, looking down at his boyfriend.
"M-Mike.." Will smiled softly, happy to see him.
"Are you okay?" Mike whispered, sitting down next to Will.
Will shook his head slightly, his eyes filling with tears. Mike sighed and took Will's hand in his own, giving it a small squeeze.
"My- my neck really h-hurts." Will stuttered, and Mike frowned.
"Will, why are you st-.." Mike trailed off, remembering what the doctor had told him.
"What?" Will frowned, looking upset.
"Nothing." Mike gave Will's hand a small kiss, before the door opened.
"Will!" Max shrieked, running over to him.
Will smiled seeing all of his friends, and Max engulfed Will in a big hug.
"You absolute idiot I thought you were dead." Max whispered, digging her head into Will's neck.
"I-It's okay.. I-I'm here." Will smiled softly at her, doing his best to hug her back.
"Are you okay?" She pulled away from the hug, sitting down at the edge of his bed.
"Not- not really." Will shrugged, not wanting her to ask him any more.
"Why didn't you tell us about your dad? We could've helped." She sighed, taking Will's other hand with the splint on.
"I d-didn't want to b-bother you." Will looked down, now feeling embarrassed.
"Jesus, Will. You can talk to me. You can talk to all of us, you know that, right?" Max confirmed, and Will nodded slightly.
"Well, are you okay right now?" Max asked him.
Will opened this mouth to say something, before stopping to just think.
Is he okay?
{Word Count: 1035}
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General Fiction"We can give him a kick in the balls! That might help him think straight!" ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Will Byers is a normal kid, at least that is what meets the eye. He is struggling a lot and it doesn't help that his 'best friend' has completely forgotten about him...
