roommates; solangelo

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~Trigger Warning: More foul language than usual, talks of religion, I know some people can get shook by that. It's basically 'i don't know if there is a God, blah blah, like you do you boo boo, but I don't wanna have a religious argument, so it's a warning, enjoy, ALSO THANKS FOR FUCKING 4K READS LIKE WHAT??!?~

I was going insane. I wasn't even sure if insane was the word. I was alone now. Naomi had left a week ago and took the girls with her. She didn't mean to leave me alone, she just thought I would prefer to have time to just Will and myself, but she didn't anticipate the fact Will would stay unconscious for a week after she left.

The doctors said he should have woken up by now. That worried me. I watched enough Grey's Anatomy to know that not waking up from, what the doctors have been calling it, a coma, is very bad, and can even be deadly.

I was currently sitting in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to Will's bed, my knees curled up to my chest, hugging them close to myself, as I let Will's old jumper hang off my smaller frame. It was a bright yellow and smelt of his summer-smelling soap.

I knew my eyes were red and puffy. I knew my cheeks had tear-stains. I was very aware of the bags under my eyes and the fact I hadn't eaten in the last 36 hours, but I couldn't bring myself to leave his bedside. 

I missed him.

I missed his voice.

I missed his smile.

I missed everything about him.

Dammit, I missed him so much.

"Will," I whisper.

Silence.

"I need you to get better,"

Silence.

"Please, I can't live without you,"

Silence.

"It's scary, and sappy, but dammit, Solace, I miss you,"

My whisper went unheard and I hid my eyes in my knees and let a few tears escape. It had been, roughly, two and a half weeks and Will was still like this, and now I didn't have Naomi or the twins, I called Hazel the other day, and she comforted me as much as she could, but she didn't really know what I was going through, she said that multiple times.

She tried to help, but I could tell she was also having problems. She wouldn't dare speak of them, but I could tell my news about Hades had been tearing at her. I told her she could talk about it, she said it was nothing, and tried to help me. I told her I was fine.

I hated lying.

I had to lie to Jason when he visited too. He told me to eat, I told him I did. That was a lie. He told me to not give up hope. I said I haven't, and as much as I wish I was saying the truth to the older boy, I wasn't. My hope was gone.

"Mr. di Angelo?" I hear a voice say. I tear my eyes away from my knees. It was the doctor that worked on Will. Her name was Katelyn Holt. She had only spoke to me once, but she was nice enough.

"Y-Yeah," I say, letting out a small cough, wiping the tears from my eyes. "S-Sorry," 

"Don't apologize," She says with a pained smile. 

"D-Did you need anything?" I asked, not meaning for it to sound as snappy as it did.

She asked if I would follow her. 'Oh, no' I told her, okay, what else was I supposed to say, she led me to a comfortable looking room and gestured for me to take a seat.

Everything was going in slow motion. I knew that going into this private room, I knew it meant trouble. I knew it for a fact. I knew that the fact she has to take me somewhere where there wasn't anyone else, that this was not going to be good news.