19: Series Of Shitty Events

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"What do you mean? Are you kidding me?"

"Will, you've been very distracted recently-"

"I have been-are you-i can't even form thoughts right now, I'm so pissed." Will looked about ready to tear his hair out of his head, absolutely fuming.

"Will,"

"Jim if you say another goddamn word, I'm killing you. Get outta my face. If I feel like dealing with you, I'll tell you that. Go." Will sighed, head in his hands as Jim walked off.

"What just happened?" A coworker asked.

"I'll text you about it later, Sharon. I'm going to my car, I can't be here." And Will walked out.

"Are you busy?" He texted Nico.

"No, why? What do you need?"

"Death, mainly"

"Okay me too but what's up?"

"Just a series of shitty events. Actually can I just call you? I have to drive home and I don't feel like uh. Getting in a crash or arrested."

"I thought you didn't get off work for another hour or 2?"

"Yeah well I'm going the fuck home now, I don't feel like being there and my boss can't do shit bc I'm good at my job."

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"What's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?" Nico asked hurriedly.

"I'm fine. I will be fine, at least, I just... It was a lot of news, at one time, and... I don't know."

"What happened?" Nico repeated.

"I'm gettin', like, a huge pay cut, because I've been "distracted" even though I've been getting my shit early like I always have, just less early, and I got promised this huge ass interview with motherfucking uhhh... I can't even remember the name right now, but now that's gone, so any chance at publicity for that is gone, which is just goddamn fantastic." Will rambled off.

"That's... Unfortunate."

"Yeah. And that surgery was kinda pricey so like, pay cuts aren't fucking fun. I think I'm on the verge of a panic attack and I didn't have any meds with me, and I don't now, they're all at home because I'm an idiot, so there's that. Are you still driving me around on your motorcycle tomorrow?"

"Of course. I don't think-"

"Oh thank the fucking gods. Thank you so much for that, man. Keepin' me alive. And I know I probably shouldn't be driving but I've done this before and I'm fine."

"Are you going to want company? Should I be hanging out at your apartment when you get there?" Nico questioned.

"Nah don't bother with that. I'm gonna get home, take my pills, maybe have a panic attack and take a nap. Thanks for just... y'know, listening, I guess."

"Anytime."



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