At Your Service- A Royalty Solangelo AU

Chapter 28

"Are you going to tell me what happened, or are you going to continue manhandling my medical supplies?" Kayla pestered him for the millionth time since he had arrived in the hospital wing, swatting a now dented tray from Will's hands. 

"It's nothing." He muttered back, picking up the next set of cloths that needed to be put back into the cabinet. 

Kayla slammed the cabined door in his face, forcing him to come face-to-face with the angry medic. "It is not nothing. You've been moping around all afternoon, and it's making it really hard to want to teach you." 

He just gave her a pointed look, huffing annoyedly. "I'm fine." 

"This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain handsome Prince, would it?" 

Immediately, he felt the blush creep onto his cheeks without permission. "No."

"Then why has he been lurking outside the door this whole time?" 

Will whipped his head so fast he was lucky he didn't break anything, but when his eyes landed on the doorway, it was empty. He turned back to Kayla with a glare who just smiled brightly at him. 

"Aha, so it does. Spill. Now."

Rolling his eyes, he sat on the nearest cot. Kayla took a moment to pour them both drinks, handing one to him and plopping onto the cot across from him with her hands folded in anticipation. He refused to look up at her, focusing on the glass of liquid in his hands. The brown whiskey sloshed around in the cup as he swirled it, brown. His eyes snapped up immediately as he tried to push away the thought of a certain eye colour he was beginning to love. Kayla raised an eyebrow questioningly at him, so he started his story to avoid further explanation.

"Well, this morning when I woke up, he was in such a good mood. He was smiling and overall just happier than usual." 

"But how could you tell? You guys sleep on opposite sides of the room, so maybe his voice just got distorted in the room." 

Will reached his arm behind his head to scratch his neck as he tried to find the least awkward way to put it. "I may have possibly slept in his bed last night?" 

Kayla nearly choked on her drink as he said this, descending into a coughing fit before looking up at him with a croaking voice. "YOU WHAT?"

"It's not what you think, I swear! He was having a rough time and needed someone to be with him for a bit, so I stayed with him." 

Kayla gave him an indignant expression but said nothing else, motioning for him to continue his story. 

"But we were just talking, and he freaked out on me. I was trying to help him talk through what was going on, but he took everything I said as a personal attack, and I felt really bad about it." 

"Have you maybe thought that he doesn't want to talk about it?" 

Will looked at her confused. "Why wouldn't he? It must have been super traumatic for him, so it's unhealthy to keep it bottled in." 

Kayla sighed heavily, standing up for a moment to pour herself more to drink. He simply stared at the ground in front of him until she returned, the cot creaking softly as she sat down. 

"Will, you have to understand that maybe he doesn't want to relieve the trauma," She looked at him genuinely. "This man has watched both of his sisters get killed in front of him, literally held them until their last breath, so talking through it could make it worse. Maybe he just needs someone to be there for him, to remind him that he still has a stable constant in his life." 

The words took a couple moments to sink in, but as soon as they did, Will felt horrible. "Oh my gods, Kayla, what have I done?" 

"Hey, you didn't do anything. You two are just so different, you don't know how to deal with one another." She reached out across the gap in between the cots to put a comforting hand on his wrist.