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Spuffy, I refuse to believe that there is anything else!
William was sitting on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, in denial that this was even reality. The burning tears were disabling his vision and he hated feeling vulnerable, usually. He wondered if his mother felt fear in those last moments, if she didn't want to leave him or if she was running to those pearly white gates forgetting the past. All he wanted to do was see her, to hear her comforting voice and her merciful embrace, she was his angel on earth but now she was up there, with all of the other angels, taken away from him! William turned on his side, he wasn't even home to protect her, he wasn't there to protect his angel.
Buffy watched from the 2 way glass, she was working in a volunteer program. She was supposed to be helping elders and carting wheelchairs around but the Sunnydale's hospital was short-staffed 'imagine that' and Buffy was supposed to talk to… William. His mother was brutally murdered by his ex, buffy swallowed, the mother was pinned onto the cross in a church. Only 48 hours later William took and overdose of alcohol and heroin and tried to hang himself up as well, that was less than a week ago and since then bourbon has been inserted into the IV, Plastic knives have been found in his room doused in his blood and he has repeatedly tried to choke himself. Buffy took a deep breath preparing to walk in, what could make someone so hopeless that life has anything to offer. But it seems that his mother was his only relative, she was all he had but he was turning 18 in three weeks and foster care would be a useless waste of time so they decided to keep him until he turned. Her small hand clasped the cool metal handle, not knowing what to expect.
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