The Long Game, Lucas Sinclair

016. we vote will out as imposter

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
2x06: The Spy

Will sobbed and writhed as he was wheeled into the hospital of Hawkins lab. His pained screams pierced the ears of Sam, Mike, Joyce, and Bob as they followed the doctors pushing him around.

His eyes were screwed shut and filled with tears, fluorescent lights shining down on him in his reclined position. An oxygen mask was around his mouth, slightly muffling his sobs.

"I'm right here." Joyce had her two arms on Will's bed. "Hold on!"

Will's arms were wrapped around himself, hands gripping his forearms so tightly they could leave bruises.

The bed took a turn. A door was opened. Will was transferred into another room, but Sam didn't really register that. His pain and sobs took away most of her focus.

It was so painful to watch, so painful to hear. Sam had begun crying, as if she was the one in so much pain. She surged forward to help Will when they placed him on the hospital bed, but Mike wrapped his hand around Sam's wrist and pulled her back. She felt Mike's hand shaking, distraught, as he tried letting the doctors do their job and keeping Sam away. She coughed out a sob, feeling useless. His grip tried tugging Sam closer.

"Will," Sam cried, not noticing Mike letting go of her wrist with a shocked hiss. All she could focus on was trying to make it to Will's bed again.

This time it was Bob who held Sam back, and he was much stronger than Mike was. Blood dripped down her nose, mixing with the tears that streamed down her face.

"Vitals?" a doctor asked.

"Heart rate 220. Temperature's 106," another answered.

A third doctor was taking scissors and cutting off Will's shirt that was drenched in sweat. A nurse took Will's face in her hands, trying to get his attention.

"Will? Where does it hurt?"

"All over," he groaned, his voice muffled by the mask.

"Joyce says he feels like he's burning," the head doctor spoke up. Dr. Owens, Sam vaguely recalled. "Check for burns."

Will continued writhing under the hands of multiple nurses and doctors. His back arched off the bed as he yelled.

"I don't see anything," the doctor examined. Will's skin wasn't burned in the slightest, remaining the pale shade it always is. If anything, he was paler.

"Where does it hurt the most, Will?" the same doctor tried, terribly unsure of what was going on.

Will didn't notice how the doctor now took a needle to his arm. "Everywhere!" he screamed as the sedative went in. "Everywhere!"