Ṡṁëḷḷṡ Ḷïḳë Ṫëëṅ Äṅġṡẗ (M. Wheeler)

Ch. 6 | The Spy

Hey! Pretty long chapter coming up here two but thankfully not as long as the last one..... sorry again for that bullshit..

Anyway, here's chapter six!

———————

Will couldn't stop screaming.

They'd brought the child to the hospital (like that place could do anything to help...), Dylan remembering to bring his backpack this time (he wasn't gonna make that mistake again), and the whole time they wheeled him down to the room the boy was screaming and writhing in pain. Dylan grimaced, feeling terrible about the who thing; he hated how the thing inside Will was hurting him, but it was a fight to quell that content of knowing that the evil bitch was in pains

What he hated? That it pained Will as well.

In fact the more he focused don that fact, the more Dylan despised the thing. It was wise, he'd give it that.

So, malevolently wise.....

Joyce tried to calm and soothe Will to no avail as one of the nurses started to cut open his shirt. "Will, where does it hurt?" She asked.

"All over!!! All over!!" Will shouted, tears pricking Joyce's eyes at how anguished he sounded. She wanted to help him but she didn't know how.... And Dylan didn't want to be the one to tell her that she couldn't.

"He says he feels like he's burning, check for burns," the Dr. Owens guy said, and Dylan looked at him with narrowed eyes. He didn't like this guy's sense either. It was similar to that of the hazmat men;

Shifty. Untrustworthy.

The nurses and doctors checked all over his torso as Will just kept crying out in pain. "There's nothing there..." one said, looking quiet confused. Dylan would've like to mention that the burning was not something they'd be able to detect, but he doubt that would help much. Instead he just focused on being there for Mike, who was holding onto his hand tightly; the boy had grabbed onto it when they're ready in the car on the way to the hospital, and hadn't let go since.

Dylan squeezed Mike's hand reassuring when his worry spiked up as Will's cries became louder. "Where does it hurt the most Will?" The same nurse from before asked, and honestly, Dylan wanted to slap her. Couldn't they give him some morphine or a fucking sedative instead of asking pointless question?

"EVERYWHERE!!!! EVERYWHERE!!!" Will screamed in agony, thrashing about in the nurses' grips.

See? Pointless.

Finally, someone seemed to get a clue and injected a sedative into Will, but by then, everyone was already shaken. Joyce was sobbing into Bob's arms and Mike was leaning his head against Dylan's shoulder, looking anxious and frightened.

Dylan was just distraught; this whole endeavour had been like a huge slap on the face to him, straight from the fucking shadow monster. Will's pain let him realize that killing this monster was going to be much more difficult than he thought. It wasn't going down without a fight—and if they weren't careful, the monster would drag Will down with it.

•••••••

"How's it going in there?" Mike whispered softly to him.

Dylan just grumbled. "They're all fucking idiots."

He, Mike, and Bob were sitting across from Will's peaceful form (which was honestly an odd sight—Dylan couldn't recall a single time that he'd ever seen Will peaceful since he met the kid), watching as the boy got the rest that he deserved. Mike was leaning his head on Dylan's shoulder again—he'd been affectionate recently but Dylan would be completely lying if he said he wasn't enjoying it—and had inquired about the conversation the two knew Joyce was having with the doctors. Dylan was listening in and he swore he'd never heard such redundant things consistently spew out of ones mouth. It was like they weren't even using their brains.