Solangelo One Shots

Hot Water

Twelve | Will and Nico

    I run the bath, the trickling pressure of the water brewing a melancholy for me like it always does. There's something about the way the steam builds on the water... I don't know. It just is.

    I'm not much of a bath person, but the idea... it's poetic, isn't it? My blood should be on display.

    A noose would be cleaner. Or maybe even a gun. But they didn't get that choice. Their blood spilled faster than I could have imagined.

    I wonder how long I'll be in this bath. Part of me thinks it would be nice if it were forever. All of me knows he'll have to find me eventually.

***

    "You are my sunshine," Will murmured.

    "What?"

    "You are my sunshine."

    Today was a particularly hot day. My skin felt like it was about to fall off or something and my throat was so dry it hurt. The sun he seemed to be referencing, and which for some reason did not affect him at all, was blinding. You couldn't look at anything remotely shiny without losing your vision for a few seconds or gaining a fun new array of colours to cloud your eyes and blotch in a temporary fix every time you blink.

    "Will..." I begged. For once, if he could just explain something properly, that would be great. He smirked. 

    "The ancient Greeks, Romans, Egyptians, hell, even the Australians worshipped the sun. Aztecs would create giant temples for the sun. They would sacrifice hundreds of their people just so the sun would bless them and shine another day."

    "That's kinda intense," I noted.

    "Kinda? It's insane. Who the hell doesn't know the sun is a weather thing? You don't have to kill people for it or worship it or feel even a little bit grateful for it."

    "Thanks?"

   "No... Nico, you don't get it," he grabbed my hands. "Me. I don't know that the sun is a weather thing. If you're the sun, I'll worship you until my life was over. I'll spend all my money on tribute. I'll lose my life for you. I'll slay thousands. Anything. Anything and everything. You are my everything, Nico. You are my sunshine."

    "Will..."

    "Nico?"

    "What the hell am I supposed to say to that?"

    "Most people just agree with me. I am a doctor, you know."

    I thought about it a moment. I thought about how you only got one sun. I thought about how it meant food and water and everything living... I thought about how even now, melting half to death in it, I relied on it.

    "Yeah. You are my sunshine."

***

    - Nico -

    I never finish training early, but it's Valentine's day for fuck's sake. Plus Will just lost another patient a couple days ago...

    I've never been able to imagine how that would feel. How devastating it would be. There's no way you wouldn't feel guilty. And Will... well, he takes his responsibilities more seriously than most anyone I've ever met. It's harder on him than it should be.

    Because of this, I'm quiet when I unlock the door of our apartment. Once or twice I've kicked the thing open and he's scrambling to cover up the tear tracks on his face and the tissues strewn around the house. He doesn't need to be embarrassed, too, on top of all the rest of the shit. If I'm quiet I might be able to just sneak away without him seeing.