Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-

WILL

While Stella and I were gone, my mom must have dropped off my stuff in my room. So that means the hospital told my mom that I was B-Cepacia free. I pulled out my phone and gave her a call.

"Will!" My mothers upbeat voice filed through the speakers.

"Mom," I couldn't help but smile. "It actually worked."

"No kidding, William! You're getting new lungs!"

I cleared my throat. "Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. For believing in me and fighting for a cure when I gave up." I owed this to her. She put up with my crap since I was diagnosed. My mom never stopped fighting.

"Oh, Will." My mom sighed. "Its alright. It was worth it. You are worth it."

"Alright."

"Go have fun with Stella. I'll see you later."

"Bye." I said, hanging up.

I wrote Stella a note saying that was going downstairs to grab milkshakes. And that vanilla was obviously the better flavor.

* * *

When I got downstairs, I saw Julie walking towards me with a man that looked almost exactly like me. Just older. Way older.

"Hey, Julie." I looked between her and the man suspiciously. I didn't have a good feeling about this.

"Will," Julie faked a smile my way. " You have a visitor."

I narrowed my eyes. "Excuse me?"

"This is Cray. Cray Newman," Julie said, but I knew. I knew already who the hell this man was before Julie could say who he was to me. "Your father."

"William," My father stated. "Its been a while."

"Oh, cut the crap, Dad," I let out a sarcastic laugh. " Should I even call you that?"

I was angry. More then angry. Fucking pissed off. My dad left me and my mom because he couldn't handle and didn't want to deal with a fucked up kid. He left our family. He left my mother alone to take care of me. He left me to figure out how to become a man. I knew what my true emotions were besides anger. Bigger than anger. Worse than anger. 

Loneliness. Abandonment. Hurt.

I grew up without a dad. Why would he come back now? My mind was burning with questions.

"Why are you here?" I asked when he didn't respond. Julie took that que to leave, but not before giving me a look that said, you got this.

"We need to talk."

"18, almost 19 years later, and now you wanna talk?" I shook my head. "Sorry but, no. Anyways my girlfriend is waiting upstairs."

I really don't know why I said girlfriend. We were dating but then we weren't.  I mean, we broke up like 6 months ago.

I turned to leave but Cray grabbed my arm. "Five minutes, Son."

"What on earth makes you think you can walk right in here and call me your son? You left that title when you left me. Call me Will." I snapped.

"Will," Cray corrected himself. "I just need five minutes. Then you can go see your girlfriend."

The way he said 'girlfriend' ticked me off even more. What the hell did he know?

I jabbed my finger in his chest. " You have no clue. No fucking clue what the hell is going on in my life. You don't know that I like a girl that had the same disease as me. And her name is Stella. She has been more present in my life for the past day then you were ever in my entire life."

"Sorry, Will. But I need to talk to you." Cray released my arm.

"Fine. Five minutes. Let me text Stella first." I sighed and took out my phone.

Hey Stell. I got bit delayed. I'll be up in 5. ❤ you.

I slid my phone back into my sweatpants pocket and led Cray to the visitor room. I sat as far away from him as possible.

"How did you know I was here anyway? You definitely didn't hear it from my mother." I started.

" I have my resources."

I scoffed. "What do you want?"

"You see, Will, about a month ago, I contracted this sort of sickness. In order to live, I need a blood donation. My body has been rejecting different types of blood, so the doctors recommended that I get a donation from my immediate family. You are my only son, so in order to live I would need a small donation from you."

I froze. You have got to be kidding me. My dad was asking me to save his life, after he refused to try to save mine? This is just pathetic.

" There is absolutely no one that can do it besides me?" I spoke in a dangerously low tone.

Cray shook his head.

I stood up, disgust coursing through my veins. " No. Hell no. You weren't there for 18 years of my life, and you really expect me to be there for you? You left my mom- your wife- because I was sick. And you left me!" Venom was spewing from my lips as I made a Broadway scene in the visitor room.

My "dad" just stood up and handed me a slip of paper with his number on it. " Let me know your answer by Tuesday of next week. Bye, Will." Cray took out a cigarette and walked out of the hospital.

As I retrieved the milkshakes, I avoided Julie's sad stare. I could feel her eyes bore into my back as I slid into an elevator. I readjusted my nose-cannula and hit the button that would take me to C-Wing.

What the hell just happend?