Maybe You Can Be My Medicine [William Afton x Henry Emily]

Years Before the Incident

[William's POV]
I sighed as I hung up from a call with my son, Michael. He told me that he's doing well at his job. I smiled as I thought of how he'd grow to be, much better than I. He's doing so well.
A small knock interrupted my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I called out, acknowledging the person out there to enter. The office door slowly opened and my face brightened up as I noticed it was Henry himself.
"Henry! It's good to s-." I was cut off by his heavy, sad voice.
"William, I'm leaving."
My expression was frozen on my face.
"What? I couldn't hear you that well." I said, sounding a little astounded.
"This may be a little tough to hear... but I'm leaving, William. I don't know when I'll see you again." He stated with difficulty.
My face fell. I started shuddering.
"B-but... where w-will you go..?" I asked shakily.
"I don't know. Away from this hell hole, William. I can't stand being here." He replied.
"W-w-will you return..?" I whimpered.
"I don't know. I- I might never return, Will. Don't call me. Please. I don't want to be reminded of this horrendous place." He breathed as he got close to my face. I could feel my face heat up and tears well in my eyes.
He leaned in further and our lips met, probably for the last time. I let a few tears run down my face. I almost pulled him completely over the desk, but he was way ahead of me as he pulled away to walk around. He picked me up and put me down on his own lap as he sat down. I clung onto him tightly, not ever wanting to let go.
After a few minutes, he pulled away.
"Look, Will, I've got to go. My bags are packed, and my flight is in an hour." He mumbled. I frowned but nodded.
"I-I'll hopefully see you. In the future." I smiled. He gave me a grim smile.
"Hopefully."
And with that, he was gone.
-Time Skip-
Months later, I was sitting at the side of my empty bed. I looked over at the side where my wife used to lay. I sighed.
A ringing noise cleared my mind as I looked at my cell phone. It was a call from the hospital. I picked up immediately.
"Hello. Is this Mr. Afton?" A man asked.
"Yes, this is he. Is something wrong?" I asked, getting a little worried. Especially since Michael hasn't come home yet.
"This is a call to inform that your son is in critical condition from a car wreck. It would be great if you could come over." He replied.
"Er-yes! I'll be right over, sir!" I exclaimed as I hung up. Without even worrying about how I looked, I ran out to the car and drove to the hospital.
When I saw Michael, nearly dead and alone on that bed, I almost cried. But he was strong, he would survive. I hope. God, I pray.
I thought back. Years back. Many years back.
"Dad?" A little Michael asked.
"Yes, son?" I asked. A younger, happier me.
"What'll happen when I die?"
I hesitated. A serious question at such a young age.
"You will join the angels in heaven, Michael. And possibly me." I said as I gave him a little smile.
"What if I died today?"
"Then the family would be really sad, Michael. It would be hard to live without you."
"Aw, Dad! If it would be hard to live without me, I'll stay alive for you!" He giggled and hugged me. I hugged him back, smiling to myself.
I stared at my much older son, who was still the same person. I had yet another flashback.
Michael snuck up to me on a night when I couldn't sleep. I had been sleeping on the couch for the past few days because of my wife's death.
I wasn't paying any attention to my surroundings, just staring out into the distance, until a tiny tap on my leg made me jump.
"Oh- Michael. What's up?" I forced a smile.
"Dad..." he seemed on the verge of tears. I frowned.
"What's wrong, Mikey?" I asked, concerned.
"I'm afraid." He said as he lowered his head.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Death."
I sighed and let him hug me.
"Wanna watch some TV, get your mind off all this death?" I offered. He quickly nodded and got up next to me. We watched TV until we passed out.
I snapped back to the boy who still feared death, who was on his own death bed. I slowly went over to him. Just as I got over there, he was waking up.
"Michael?" I asked, pure fear and sorrow in my voice.
"Dad..." was his weak response. I reached over and held his hand.
"Y-you're gonna be okay, Michael... right?" I said, trying to find a light in this dark moment. The boy shook his head.
"I... I don't think I'll make it, Dad..." he muttered. I tried to hold back a cry.
"No... no, don't say that..." I whined. "You'll make it."
Michael started up a large coughing fit and shuddered as he lay back down. He had squeezed my hand for past few minutes.
"Please... just... hold on a little longer, Mikey." I pleaded. He smiled weakly at me.
"Dad, I can't control death. And it seems to be taking me now." He replied.
"No... no... please. You're all I have left!" Michael frowned at my words.
"What about Mr. Henry..?" He asked. Thinking about Henry made me feel even worse.
"He... he left." I replied, pain clinging to my voice. Michael sighed.
"Look, dad. I'll watch over you. I'll still be here, but not physically. Alright..?" He uttered. I nodded and hugged my son until he let out his last breath.
Feeling like shit, I decided a visit to the bar wouldn't be much of a bad idea. At least it would make me forget about this for at least a few hours.

And if I died, I would hope to join Michael very soon.