My Cure (Will Newman x Reader)

Lockdown

Waking up this morning to take my lamotrigine is pretty tough considering last night, but I know that these should help make it so that it doesn't happen again. Unfortunately for me, just one EEG off of being able to drive, I lose it all. I can't babysit, I can't drive, I have a huge handicap that I thought I had just gotten rid of. I remember being told that I was out growing it, so why it has gotten worse, I don't know.

Sitting up from my place on my bed at the sound of my phone's alarm, I reach over and grab one of my bubble packs from the bed-side table and take out the pale orange shield shaped pill that has '100 mg' engraved in tiny letters on the front. Popping the small, dry pill into my mouth I take a sip from my water bottle and quickly nod it back, setting the bottle back on the bed-side table after a couple more sips. Getting through today will be a little tough, but I know I can do it! Now I just have to look back at what I did last night and see if there is any reason that could have caused it, then make sure I don't do that again. Although it sucks that this happened, I still have to try to make the best of this. I got a new experience, no matter how bad, it's still new! I can learn from this! With thoughts like these I stand up from my seat on the bed and walk over to my desk and sit down, opening up my computer and pulling out my drawing tablet, figuring I'll sketch or something to kill some time.

I'm sure the doctors will want to check up on me soon. I think to myself calmly, already aware of the more probable.

Upon turning on my laptop the bright light shines against my skin in the dark of the morning. Why does it always have to get this dark in the winter? It's already eight o' nine in the morning and it's still dark as one or two. Releasing a heavy sigh I unlock my computer and open Photoshop, syncing my large tablet and grabbing my pen. Maybe a dragon today? Brainstorming some ideas and coming to a loose thought I sketch everything in.

Since the drawing is not yet lined and refined it is still in red, blue, and green, the three different colours I usually use to sketch. There is a giant dragon looming over two knights, one a strong looking female and the other an unsure looking male, sure it isn't perfect, nor refined, but it's just a sketch. What will soon be refined into piles of gold and jewels is just but a simple few scribble lines and behind them all is a surrounding background of scribbled in trees and forestry, a soon-to-be small tower in the far background. I like it! I think happily as a large smile grows on my face. I finally created something I liked! The truth is is that it's been awhile, quite a long one at that, since I last drew something I liked.

Quickly hoping onto another layer I begin the line art, stopping only to glance at the time to see how fast it has gone by. Jeez, already nine thirty? That dragon took forever to think up... With my heart set on finishing my drawing I quickly continue lining it, carefully drawing every stabilized line with care. Still not looking too bad!

The only thing remaining is the colouring and that scares me the most. Colouring has never been my strong suit, so I usually just leave it as a sketch, but a finished drawing is my goal, so off I scamper to do my work.

"How-"

At the first word spoken I jump and throw my pen across the room, slapping the poor victim of my fear in what I assume to be the face, as I had closed my eyes when I jumped.

"Ow... Shoot, sorry, I deserved that. I wanted to know how long you've been working on that?"

"Jesus christ, Will! One of these days I'm going to end up giving you a bloody nose!"

"Sorry! I said sorry! I'll give a warning next time! So...?"

Sighing heavily at my now quickened heartbeat I look back to my nearly finished piece as Will walks over to my pen, grabs it, and hands it back to me. "Since about ten after eight."