roommates; solangelo

038

He was awake. I still couldn't wrap that around my brain.

The past week, Will had to stay for observation. It wasn't exactly the most amazing thing to have to stay in the hospital for another week. Naomi couldn't stay the entire time and that was killing Will. He felt as if it was now his job to take care of their family, that Naomi needed his help and that every second he wasn't with them, he was failing as a son.

That killed me. Hearing Will talk like that as he was bed bound on the fourth day, it was pain, I had to talk him out of his fits every now and then. He wanted to leave. He wanted to see Naomi so badly, so that's what they were going to do that as soon as the doctors handed us the release papers.

Just then, the nurse had walked in, handing the papers to me, as a reaction, Will bounced up from the bed. "I can go?" He asked happily. 

"Yes," The nurse laughed, "Both of you will need to sign some things, but then you're free to go," She smiled, walking out of the room.

Will looked over my shoulder as I signed the parts I was instructed to so, then I handed him the paper as he signed quickly.  I laughed and he gathered the small belongings I had brought him from home. I handed the paper to the nurse, she typed a few things on her computer and she said we were free to go.

We walked down to the parking lot, then to the car. Will was instructed not to drive until his eyes were better adjusted, so he'd probably be able to drive on the way back, either way, I climbed into the driver's side, Will going into the passengers.

"I missed the fresh air," He said as he ran down the window.

"I missed you," I said sappily, but it's nothing but the truth. "I seriously missed you so much,"

"I'm sorry I had to put you through that," Will said, placing his hand onto my cheek. "I really, really am,"

I leaned my cheek into his hand, letting the warmth of his hand calm me. "It wasn't your fault, you know that," I smiled. "But, I think I know a way to make it up to me," I smirked, removing my cheek from his hand.

"Is that so?" He laughed, buckling himself in. I nodded my head.

"Two ways, actually," I chuckled.

"Two? I thought I knew what you meant, but now I am very confused,"

I let out another small laugh. I had been doing that more since Will woke up. I remember before Will, I hadn't laughed in a long time. Then it was taken away from me and it was so . . . strange to not laugh. I was just glad to be able to again. 

"Well, I think we both agree on the first one," I smirk while cranking the car. "But secondly, can you stop punching people, please? For me?"

Will gave a small laugh. "Yeah, I think I can do that, I'm really not a violent person, I swear," He laughed, running the radio down that was on previously. "I know that's what all violent people say, but usually I wouldn't punch someone, maybe a nice yell or something, but punching, not me,"

I just smiled. "I know, idiot,"

I drove for awhile in silence. I was just enjoying Will's presence. I imagined when I saw him again, I would talk his ear off, but that wasn't completely true. While I did want to talk to him, it wasn't because I had that much to say to him, it was simply because I wanted to hear his voice.

If I said anything, it was to hear him, and for the most part, having him here, just hearing his breaths it was enough.

"You're about to miss the left," Will said, pointing towards a turn. 

"Oh, shit," I mumbled, making a sharp turn. "Thanks, I was in my thoughts,"

Will made a breathy laugh and I looked around for the familiar home. I kept driving before turning into the driveway. "I only want to be here for a bit, just to make sure she has everything, you know?"