January 1985

It had been five days since Will had been to the hospital and the symptoms were still there, but they weren't getting worse, which was a plus.

Will is lying in bed next to his boyfriend, when suddenly he wakes and feels nauseous.

I'm gonna throw up, he thinks to himself, he throws the covers off and stands from the bed only for his legs to immediately give out, dropping him to the floor with a mighty thud.

He looks at his legs in fearful confusion for about a second before the vomit rising from his stomach breaks out of his mouth onto the floor.

Mike wakes up, hearing the gurgling and whimpering sounds. He sees Will on the floor and runs over to him immediately.

"Will! Will! Baby what's wrong?" He puts his hands on Will's cheeks to turn him so he can see his face, "I don't know, I can't walk," he answers teary eyed, "I… I… I…" he falls unconscious and would've collapsed if Mike hadn't quickly grabbed hold of him.

"Will?! Will?!" Mike looks in around the room in panic before spotting the phone on the wall, "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna get help," he lifts Will onto the bed before running over to the phone and dialing 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"I need an ambulance right now!"

"What's wrong?"

"My b… friend, he just vomited and now he's passed out and won't wake up!" He knew he couldn't say boyfriend.

"Okay where are you?"

"My house is in the Elm and Cherry cul-de-sac, it's the last house on the street."

"All right an ambulance is on it's way now hold tight."

"Thank you."

During the ambulance ride Will had regained consciousness and Mike was holding his hand.

"Will, keep looking at me, we're gonna fix you, we're gonna make you better okay?"

"Okay."

The ambulance reaches the hospital and Will is immediately wheeled in to the emergency room, Mike tries to follow but is stopped by one of the nurses at reception.

"No let me through!"

"Sir I can't do that."

"He's my friend let me through!"

"Sir calm down…"

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down!"

"Sir you're scaring the other patients, they'll take care of him, just wait and they'll come get you when there done."

"Okay, I'm sorry…"

"It's alright, just sit down and relax, when their ready they'll come for you."

"Thank you."

Mike sits down amongst the other patients and rests his head on his hands.

God, please let him be okay.