Bruised Boy Byers - Byler

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Sadly, this was normal, but what was unusual is a large, bloody red scar that ran from his hip bone to his upper thigh.

"Will, what happened?" Mike gasped, peering at it. Another tear dropped down Will's cheek, which was pink, along with his nose.

"I'm sorry," Will sobbed, tears in his long dark lashes. He laid back onto his back, taking his weight off his elbows and stared up at the ceiling. The light from the small desk side lamp on Mike's bedside table gave off a warm sleepy glow like the rest of the house, but the air around them felt almost frigid.

"No, no, there's no reason to be sorry, ok?" Mike said, gripping for Will's small, soft hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. Will wouldn't ever admit it, he loved Mike's rough hands encase his own. "Now, I'm going to go get some medical stuff. Be right back." And with that, Mike gave Will's hand one last squeeze and got up and made it to the bathroom, which was only a door down from his own. It was the only room that didn't have that cabin-y warm feel, with white walls and tile floor, with a sliding glass shower and bright white over headlights. Mike fumbled through the cabinet, getting a bottle of some kind of painkillers and peroxide and some other stuff he chose randomly. He walked swiftly out of the room and closed the door behind him with his foot and to the kitchen, fishing an ice pack from the freezer and filled a cup full of water. It didn't take long to get everything, just a minute or two. He went back to the room and placed the glass of water and the painkillers onto the bedside table.

"Thank you, Mike," Will whimpered. Mike nodded and gave a reassuring smile as he kneeled down next to the bed.

"Of course. You're my best friend, and I'd do anything for you." Mike explained, opening the bottle of peroxide and pouring a bit into a cotton ball. "Now this is gonna hurt, ok?"

"Ok," Will answered, taking a hitched breath and closing his eyes. Mike dabbed at the wound with a rag, then the cotton ball, making sure it wouldn't get infected.

"Is that ok?" Mike asked as he started to bandage it. Will grimaced but nodded his head. "Ok, good, I got an icepack too, for the bruises n' stuff," Mike continued, handing it to Will, who smiled slightly the first time all night.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Mike," Will admitted, looking up at him with his piercing glittery hazel eyes, one still circled in a bruise. his thin lips still were curled up into a small coy grin. Mike beamed back.

"Yeah, no problem."

Mike didn't really remember falling asleep that night, but he awoke on a pile of various blankets and pillows on his bedroom floor. He could hear the bed rustle from above where he was laying, though it was only 2:19 in the morning, which he could tell by his handy-dandy clock.

"Stop." Mike heard mumble above him. He furrowed his eyebrows and slowly crawled out of his blanket burrito. "Stop..." he heard again, and more stirring of the sheets. Mike stood up, seeing Will rolling around.

"Hey, Will, you ok?" Mike urged, but Will didn't reply, his eyes closed and his bony arms wrapped around himself. "Will?" Then it hit him. Will was having a nightmare. Will had been having lots of nightmares, so Mike did the only thing he could think of and climbed into bed next to him. He threw his arms gently around Will's still bare torso, making sure not to touch a bruise, and shifted closer, so that Will was right against him. Will's shaking hindered a slight amount, his breathing starting to steady, and his heart beating to a calm thump.

"Goodnight Will," Mike whispered so quietly as if he was speaking to himself, still holding Will,  the soft chirp of crickets and the hum of the refrigerator lulled him back to sleep.