Nightterror and Will Grossman

Chapter Eight

Terror hated hospitals. The last time he had gone to one, was when someone had found out that he was different. They thought he was special and tested on him, like a lab rat. Till finally he escaped and had to shape shift his appearance to whole new one, then he changed back once everyone seemed to forget or stopped searching.
He walked through the halls with his hood up.
He entered an elevator and pressed the up button.
Please no one come in, he thought. Please please please.
A nurse stopped the doors from closing and walked in with a medicine cart.
Fuck, Terror clenched his fist.
She let the doors close and stood next to him.
"Who are you visiting?" she asked, looking at him with a sweet smile.
She looked to be only 19, Terror's age.
"Um..."
"Perhaps a loved one?" suggested the Nurse.
"Yeah," said Terror. "My boyfriend."
"Ah ok," said the Nurse. "I hope he's alright."
"He will be," said Terror. "He was jumped by some guys that hate me."
"Oh that's awful," said. the Nurse. "What's his name?"
"Will," said Terror. "Will Grossman."
"Oh!" the Nurse turned to him. "Im his Nurse for today!"
"You are?" Terror, looked at her.
She had on a blue Nurse shirt and pants. He blond hair was in two buns on her head covered by a white cloth on her head.
"Yes!" said the Nurse. "Im Jane by the way."
"Leon," said Terror.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened.
"Come on," said Jane. "Lets see how your boyfriends doing."
Terror followed Jane to Will's room.
Will was laying on a bed, with his left leg propped up in the air. His leg had a cast on it.
"T-Leon!" said Will, happily but almost calling him Terror.
Terror smiled and sat on a chair next to the bed. "Hey Will."
Will smiled.
"How are you feeling?" asked Terror.
"Well besides the broken leg and the bruised chest, im fine," said Will, with a weak chuckle.
Terror held Will's hand. "Im sorry this happened to you."
"It wasn't your fault," said Will, squeezing Terror's hand gently and reassuringly.
Jane cleared her throat.
Will looked at her. "Oh sorry. Hi."
"Heh its fine," said Jane. "My name's Jane I'll be taking care of you."
"Oh ok," said Will.
"So get use to seeing this face around," said Jane, making a silly face.
Will chuckled. "Okay."
Jane set down a water bottle and a little package of crackers. "If you want anything else just press the call or Nurse button on your remote."
"Thank you," said Will.
Jane nodded and walked out.
Terror kissed Will's forehead. "I love you."
Will blushed a little. "I love you too."
Terror kissed Will, cupping his hands around Wills neck softly.
Will kissed back, his cheeks turning more red.
Terror pulled away from the kiss. "I love making you blush."
"Heh, I can tell," said Will, smiling a bit.
Terror smiled.
"Can I..." Terror looked at Wills shirt. "I want to see how bad it is."
Will nodded.
Terror lifted Will's shirt, to see his whole chest and stomach was purple and yellow with bruises.
Terror looked at Will. "They're dead."
"Don't," said Will. "They were trying to get me to tell them, if you had anything to do with Marcus's death."
"They don't know right?" asked Terror.
"No," said Will.
Terror held Will's hand tightly. "Im so sorry..."
"Its not your fault," said Will.
Will cupped his hands around Terror's neck softly.
Terror flinched a little, not use to the feeling.
"It wasn't your fault," said Will, firmly and looking into Terror's eyes.
Terror's head leaned more into Will's hand.
"Ok..."
"I love you," said Will.
"I love you too," said Terror.
Terror kissed Will's forehead. "You should sleep."
Will nodded a little and shifted a little, with a lot of wincing and rested his head on the pillow.