i would miss you the most || Byler

☁️Comfort☁️

AN- Chapter three!!! Longest one yet!
⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ Mentions of Blood, Serious Injury, Self Harm, Homophobia, and Suicidal Thoughts.
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Will carefully shuffled through his house, trying not to wake his mother. She used to sleep like a rock, but ever since the upside down she woke at the slightest noise. If she slept, that is. He soon found a warm, knit blanket and wrapped it up before getting some water and a small chocolate bar he found hiding in the pantry. When he got back into his room Mike was trying to stand, unsuccessfully, but Will was already rushing over to help anyway.

"Hey, you shouldn't walk right now. You need to elevate that, and rest until your body makes more blood." He said accusingly. Mike, looking to the side, nodded slowly before laying down on the floor. "Not the floor Mike, that's ridiculous, I'll take the floor, lay on the bed." Mike didn't move but said,

"No, it's your house, I've already imposed enough as it is. I'm staying here." Will scoffed in disbelief,

"Mike, if you don't get on that bed, I swear to god. You're not imposing," he swallowed thickly and continued, knowing what he was about to say was a lie, "Y-Your like my brother Mike. I'm going to make sure you're okay."

"Thanks, Will." He says, a tiny smile fluttering across his chapped lips while trying to get up. Will tries not to stare at Mike's pink cheeks and pretty lips, and grabs his arm carefully to try to escort him to bed. Mike eventually shuffles over and the Cleric carefully covers him with the blanket and rests his leg on one of the many pillows surrounding his bed. He handed Mike the water and motioned for him to drink up before he worriedly whispered,

"Do you feel alright? L-like are you dizzy, lightheaded, god Mike, you could have died!"

"I know," said Mike back numbly. Will didn't know how to respond to this and instead sighed and handed the chocolate over to Mike in an attempt to make him feel better.
"How can you not care about something like that?" Will demanded worriedly. Mike seemed to have had no reaction to this and despondently replied,
"Maybe that wouldn't be the worst thing." Will stopped in his tracks.

"Mike, you can't be serious."

"What if I am Will? I mean, hell I'm not going to do it myself, but would anyone really miss me if I did?" Will seemed to mull over this for a few moments while becoming increasingly upset. When he finally looked like he couldn't keep in what he was thinking any longer, he angrily countered with,

"How could you even fucking think that, Mike?" Will's quiet anger and shaky voice were enough to get Mike's attention, but the fact that he had cursed? Will only does that when you really fuck up. "What about Nancy and Holly, huh? Do you think Holly wouldn't care when her older brother couldn't offer her leftover candy, or homework help anymore? Or that Nancy wouldn't care when she couldn't help but think about how doesn't hear your voice in the basement?" Will took a quick pause to stare at Mike and make sure his words were sinking in before continuing.

"What about the party? Who is going to write our campaigns, or resolve Dustin and Lucas' stupid fights? You think El wouldn't miss you, even after you're the one who saved her all those years ago? Her best friend? Did you not think that I would miss you?" Wills voice cracks at this point and small tears start tracking down his cheeks. He sniffles and voice breaking, continues,

"Because you're wrong! I would miss you the most! I can't stand the thought of not being able to talk to you about my nightmares, or you not being able to tell me about your day at school. I don't even know w-where to start on how I would feel knowing that I could never see you again. So don't you go and fucking tell me that no one cares! Because I do, and the fact that you think I don't, hurts above anything else you could ever do to me."