Solangelo One Shots (fluff)

Story XXXVII

Will had gotten home not long ago even though it was extremely late. His shift at the ER was ungodly long. Way more people than normal were getting injured, overdosing, or doing extremely dumb things that made Will want to pull his hair out. Why in the gods names are people so fucking stupid?

It was 12:00 AM and Will was resting on his couch, watching some dumb reality show. No matter how tired he was, he just couldn't fall asleep. His brain rattled from everything, not allowing him to relax. He had grabbed some fast food on his way home, but found himself not hungry. His appetite was just gone. He just couldn't eat. Maybe it was the day he had.

He supposed it had something to do with the fact that he lost someone that day. Someone dying in the hospital is far from unusual, but this specific case really tore him up.

It was a young woman, no older than twenty five. She was rushed in, her body completely destroyed. She had been in a horrible car crash. Her spine was broken, and she was covered in shattered glass and gouges. Will immediately took her to surgery, but in between her unconsciousness, she whispered something that Will would never forget, "Please, doctor, I have a baby... I'm all she has, please." Will saw the fear in her eyes, the broken sorrow and the inevitable reality that crushed her. The fact that she may not make it, that her baby won't have a mom, that she won't get to see her grow up. Will reassured her that he would try his best, before putting her under anesthesia. Will really tried. He tried so hard. But, he lost her. He failed her. She trusted him to bring her back to her baby and he failed her. He did everything in his power to try to save her. But she was so damaged. Not even the most skilled surgeons would have been able to help her.

But Will was still torn up. She pleaded, those words never leaving Will's mind once since she passed. Her voice, broken and helpless. Her eyes, knowing she won't survive, but hoping nonetheless. Because she had a baby and she was going to do everything in her power to be with her. But, she had no power. Not over this, anyway. Her life and body was left to the Fates and their sheers. Praying that maybe they could ignore her string for a little longer.

That didn't happen.

Will was prepared to talk with family, but there was none. No one showed up for this lady. It broke Will's heart. No one but him, the other nurses, and the records would know she passed. What about her baby? Will found himself wondering. If no one is here now, is her baby going to be okay?

Will let out a heavy sigh and got up from the couch, padding to the kitchen to grab a glass of alcohol. But then he froze. He drew a breath and turned to another cabinet. He grabbed a mug instead and made tea. He just couldn't bring himself to drink alcohol, he wasn't sure why.

He cupped the steaming mug in his hands as he made his way back to the couch. He settled in again, wrapping himself in blankets. It was winter, the snow flaking through the air, cold and brisk. His apartment tended to get cold, since he was on the bottom level and the first one. The landlord tended to forget about him. But, Will never minded too much. He was a naturally warm person, so he didn't mind the cold too much. He can just bundle up with blankets and sweaters and turn on a space heater if it's really cold.

He had just started to relax, the dumb reality TV eased his mind and allowed him to feel like he could breathe again. His eyes drooped and his head fell against the back on the couch with a small thunk. But then, there was a knock at his door.

Will blinked, disoriented, and whipped his head around. Then there was another knock, this one seeming to be more urgent. Who in the hell is out in this weather at this hour of the night?

Will groaned and shucked his blankets, and placed his mug on the coffee table before making his way to the door. There was one last urgent knock before he whipped the door open, the cold air licking his exposed face.