It Will Rain

Chapter six

So, I'm in a very Byler depressing mood and it's 12:31 right now. I have school tomorrow. Ugh. But yeah. I'm sorry the last chapter was a real piece of crap. Tune in. And sorry for a cliffhanger. (⌐■-■)(눈‸눈)    (｡◕‿◕｡)➜   ಠωಠ   ಠ_ʖಠ

Mike

We're in the car now. Speeding to the hospital in Joyce's car. The cops said the ambulance would be there in 15 minutes. We didn't have time so we told them to be ready. Im crying right now, hugging Will close. Joyce is also crying but is keeping her eyes on the road. When we got to the hospital we carried him in. Rushing.

The people in the waiting room gasped and covered their mouths and covered their kids eyes. "Please. Help him." I cried. Doctors rushed over and put him on a stretcher. I cried and tried running with them to watch as he got operated on but they wouldn't let me go through the double doors so me and Joyce waited out in the hall. I sat on the floor and hugged my knees to my chest and buried my face. "I hope he's okay." Someone said as they passed.

I eventually fell asleep.

Will

My eyes fluttered open. My vision was blurry and I could barely see. My head pounded and I felt dizzy. The world was spinning in so many directions. I saw a bunch of people with long blue robes operating every bleeding cut on my arms. I felt numb. Everything sounded muffled. Like when you scream into a pillow or scream underwater. Everything in my body hurts. The doctors were asking questions as they kept putting on the breathing mask and taking it back off. When they left it on I passed out.

Mike

Running. Running. That's what I was doing. It was dark and cold and I heard Will calling for help. I didn't know where to go. It's like he was calling me from all directions. Maybe it was an echo. "Will! Where are you?!" I screamed as loud as I could. He could be in trouble. Hurt. Dea- no. Not that. He's alive. He's calling me. I heard him calling me again but it was from somewhere else now. "Will just follow my voice!" I yelled. This time I didn't get a response. Just silence. I fell to my knees and cried. He was gone. I had lost him. I looked up and Will was there. But it wasn't regular Will. His eyes seemed far away and emotionless. "Wake up!" He yelled.

I woke up to Joyce lightly shaking me. She looked TERRIBLE. Her hair was all over the place and the black bags under her eyes were big and they were puffy. She's been crying. "Mike your mother's here. You don't have to leave if you don't want too. She just brought some clothes and stuff. Oh and we called the rest of the party they'll be here later." She said and gave me a small weak smile.

I nodded and quickly got up realizing I was asleep on the floor. "Where is she?" I asked. She ran her fingers through her unbrushed hair and closed her eyes. "Downstairs." She answered. I nodded quickly before rushing to the door. I stopped myself and turned to see Joyce starting to cry again. I wanted to hug her. If she was anything like Will she must really need one. "It's okay Ms, Byers. He's gonna be just fine." I said trying to reassure her but failed. "You don't know that." She said and started crying again. I sighed and felt bad. I rushed to her and hugged her. I stroked her back and surprisingly she embraced me back.

"I can't believe I didn't see he was so hurt." She cried. "I know. Me too. Me too." I said holding back my own tears, choking them down. "But I'm his mother. I should've been there for him. I should've noticed. I should've done something." She cried.

The doors were thrown open and a alarmed looking Jonathan bursted in. He instantly ran over and hugged her. They cried together. My heart felt heavy. As if someone packed it with bricks. I felt sad. Deeply sad. Like everything fell apart. Because it did. I rushed to meet my mom in the waiting room. When she saw me she instantly threw her arms around me, ignoring the blood stained all over my shirt.

"I'm so sorry Mike. Is he alright?" She asked. I just cried. Sobbed. My body shook and I could feel her give me a silent sigh as she kissed the top of my head.

Time skip

I've refused to eat. I've refused to leave the seat next to Will's bed. I did change though. They were done operating. For now at least. I just stared at him as he slept. They said he was regaining his strength. That's good. I cannot lose him. That thought brought tears to my eyes. The rest of the party were here awhile ago. But their parents made them go home for dinner. I stayed here. Joyce was asleep, her head rested on Jonathan's shoulder. He was sleeping too. I quietly scooted my chair closer to Will's bed and grabbed his hand.

His hand was cold. I started sobbing again. But I kept it down i don't wanna wake Joyce or Jonathan. "Please Will. Please be okay. Please don't leave me. I love you. Not El." I whispered to nothing honestly. I buried my head in the sheets and cried softly. I almost screeched when I felt him softly get a grip on my hand. I stopped crying and looked up at his face.

His hazel eyes slowly fluttered open. They were lifeless. Not burning light like there used to be. They were just......eyes. Glassy windows. No expression. That soon changed when he looked at me. He suddenly looked incredibly sad. "M-Mike." He stuttered out. I scooted even closer to the bed, if that was even possible. I swallowed hard and gave his hand a small squeeze. "It's okay Will. It's okay. Just chill." I said.

He looked around the room. "W-where are we?" He asked and tried to sit up. I put my arm out to stop him and brought him back down. "It's fine Will. Your fine. We're in the hospital." I whispered. He looked over at his mom and Jonathan. A look of shame covered his face and his eyes dropped down to the scars on his wrist. He ran his left hand over the ones on his right wrist and I squeezed his hand again. I gently pushed his left hand away. "Don't do that. It can get infected." I said suddenly sounding overprotective. I've always felt overprotective of Will but I've always been good at hiding it and containing myself. Not so much now. I love Will.

I've realised that it was never Eleven I loved. I mean I do love her but I just love Will so much more. I realised I've been trying to push my feelings aside by spending all my time with El. By occupying my time. By getting a girlfriend. When Will went missing I was devastated. I felt it was my fault. I usually walked him home or we'd ride our bikes to his house together. That was me being protective of him. I needed to know he was safe at all time. But that night I didn't and he went missing. Honestly, I'm not gonna lie, I only ever kept Eleven because she knew about Will. I needed time to admit that to myself though. I needed to admit that it hurt when Will was dancing with that girl at The Snowball with the rainbow hair clip. And it's still hard to admit this but I am forever in love with Will. I always have been. It's not that I'm ashamed it's just we live in the 80's. There's so much homophobia cornering closeted gays and bi's each day that it leads to people physically hurting themselves like Will and mentally hurting themselves like me. I hurt myself each time I tell the voices in my head that I don't love Will. That's just me lying to myself. I've tried and tried to love El but I just can't. This might sound weird and kinda creepy but I was a lot more attracted to her when her head was shaved and she looked like a boy. No offense to her now. I mean she's pretty and all but nothing feels the same anymore. I don't get sparks everytime we kiss and I get kinda disgusted at how as soon as we start kissing she forces her tongue into my mouth.

"I heard what you said." Will said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Huh?" I asked, kinda lost. "About you loving me."