retroviridae: (you need that killer instinct)
π™³πš. πš†π™Έπ™»π™»π™Έπ™°π™Ό π™±π™Έπšπ™Ίπ™Έπ™½ ([personal profile] retroviridae) wrote in [community profile] arklaycounty 2022-12-18 05:30 am (UTC)

[ They had shared things that were deeply personal in nature, of course, but this felt different. This was the sort of fear that lay at the very core of one's being, something that only a situation like this could truly bring to the fore. Albert wouldn't have told even him that if he didn't sincerely believe it to be a strong likelihood.

And it was, a fact William felt sick even thinking about. There was still a decent chance that this could be fatal, that his condition might plummet just as suddenly again. ]


You're not going to die. And if you did, I'm here. You won't die alone.

[ The nurses had started to step away—one of them interrupted to brief him in a quiet, low tone, the gist of their message being Keep an eye on him. As though there was any hope at all of sleep after the past hour.

William finally removed his hand from Wesker's shin, albeit only to get the chair from the foot of the bed and move it as to sit beside the bedrail. The door shut behind the two nurses who had remained, leaving them alone in the half-silence of the monitors' low, rhythmic beeps. He reached out, gave Wesker's hand a squeeze he hoped was grounding. ]

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