March 1985
Mike is driving home from his job at Benny's Burgers. He told Benny the whole situation a few months ago, and luckily who he was supportive and completely understood the situation, after losing a friend to AIDS two years ago. He pulls into the driveway, exits the car, unlocks the front door, and steps in.
"Guys, I'm back," he calls out. Immediately after he shuts the door, he hears the sounds of heaving and gagging from upstairs, "Guys?!" he calls again more frantically this time.
"Mike!" Jane calls back, "Get up here now!"
He quickly runs up the stairs and towards the bathroom, he opens the door and sees Will on his knees vomiting his insides into the toilet, Jane next to him rubbing circles on his back in an attempt to comfort him. "Oh shit!" he moves to his side, "Will it's me I'm here!"
Will stops vomiting and turns to look at his boyfriend and tries his best to smile, earning a smile back from Mike. His eyes widen at the feeling of bile rising in his throat and looks away to let it spill into the bowl.
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A while later Will is lying in bed with a wet towel on his forehead, due to having a high temperature as well. Mike had insisted calling the doctor, but Will wanted to stay the rest of the night with him. They eventually came to a compromise, Will would spend the night here and go to back to the hospital tomorrow.
Mike heads downstairs after getting Will into bed, he sees Jane sitting on the couch, pen and paper in hand, writing for her next book. He sits down next to her and she looks up from her writing, "How is he?"
"Better now, his temperature hasn't gone down too much but it's better than it was before."
"That's good," Jane says before going back to her writing. Mike looks down at her paper, an idea forms in his head, but he quickly gets rid of it, realising how stupid it is.