Knock, knock, knock. "Will Wheaton!" Knock, knock, knock. "Will Wheaton!" Knock, knock, knock. "Will Wheaton!"
The man swung upon the door. His eyes stared in shock at the tall, pale person in front of him. Sheldon Cooper seemed to be embodying every image of anger that Will did not think the man was capable of. A feeling of guilt and terror began rising in Will.
"Will, I have something to say to you," Sheldon warned.
Will stood in his doorway, frozen, awaiting cruel words to be said to him, which he deserved in every format.
Sheldon, partially controlled by the Long Island Iced Tea, stuttered over his language, incapable of finding the words that he was feeling in his blood.
As he was about to say a word or two to the beloved small-scale celebrity whom he had previously adored so much, he saw a small silhouette forming behind Will. The figure moved closed to the situation unfolding at the doorway, wearing nothing visible besides a massive shirt with the word "Wheaton" stitched into the left breast pocket.
Amy's legs were exposed down to her feet. Her arms were drooping at her sides and her eyes looked especially dark as she stood behind Will, slightly embarrassed and incredibly taken aback by being practically caught in the act with Will.
Sheldon felt his world become blank as he put together the pieces and realized what he had just discovered. The processing stage was all too much for him. He had just spoken to Penny and had told her that he believed Amy would leave him, but she had convinced him that it was preposterous. And yet, she had just been proven wrong. All of the evidence in the situation at hand suggested that Amy and Will had been sleeping together – everything from the top on Amy to the frazzled looks on both of their faces.
Sheldon felt sick to his stomach not just because of the alcohol, but because of the pain that he was feeling in his heart. He had heard stories of heartbreak, but he always believed that he was above all of the romantic things in the world. He had thought that all of those movies about breakups were always over exaggerated. But now he was standing here, on the porch of someone who he once thought was his friend, and Amy – a girl who he truly believed he loved, despite his lack of words – was clearly the last sexual partner of Will.
The pain Sheldon was feeling was absolutely overpowering – like nothing he had ever felt before. He felt as though his life was falling apart directly in front of his eyes, and in both literal and metaphorical ways, it was.
He ran over to the porch edge and promptly vomited into a bush. Amy followed him and began stroking his back, but Sheldon didn't want her near him. He didn't want anybody near him. One of his worst fears had become a reality before he even had realized how horrified he was of this possibility. Her touch felt like fire to him. As much as he wanted her there to comfort him, the fact that she had been the one to cause the pain defeated the purpose.
The two were talking near him, but he could not fully hear let alone comprehend the sounds. He felt hands all over his body, lifting and carrying him somewhere new, and all that he wanted was to be left alone. But the voices persisted and the hands continued. Soon he felt the ground leave his feet and some surface encompass him entirely before hearing the words "sleep it off" and his vision cutting out.
