Lucas knocked on Sonny's door and waited patiently for him to answer. He was relieved that Sonny had found Will and hoped his son was okay. Sonny opened the door. "Hey Mr. Horton," he whispered.

"Where did you find him?" Lucas asked.

"He was walking around Horton Square in the rain. I put him in a hot shower and got him dressed in sweats, but he was sneezing a bit ago," Sonny explained. A wave of nausea rushed through Lucas.

"Shit. Okay, how's he doing right now?"

"He's asleep. Come on in," Sonny said. He stepped aside and Lucas stepped past him. He looked upon his sleeping son. Will was curled up on Sonny's bed with a blanket pulled up to his neck.

"How long has he been asleep?" Lucas whispered to Sonny.

"About fifteen minutes," Sonny explained. Lucas nodded and went over to his son. He knelt forward and gently shook Will's shoulder.

"Will? Son?" Lucas murmured softly. Will slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at his father.

"Hi dad," Will said with a gravelly voice.

"Let's get you home. Your mom has been worried sick," Lucas replied.

"I'm sorry," Will said.

"It's all right. Come on." Lucas uncovered his son and extended a hand. Will took it and allowed his father to hall him off the bed. He put his feet on the floor and suddenly felt weak at the knees. Will's legs caved in beneath him and Lucas caught him. "Whoa there, buddy. Put your arm around me."

Will did what he was told. "I'll bring by his clothes later. I put them in the dryer," Sonny told Lucas.

"Great. Thanks for finding him, Sonny," Lucas said.

"No problem," Sonny replied. He put a hand on Will's cheek. "Stay in bed this time. I will see you later."

"Okay," Will answered sleepily. Father and son then left the apartment and Sonny went to go make his bed.


The ride back to Sami's apartment was a silent one. Lucas drove and every once in awhile would look over at his son. Will stared out the window and didn't speak a word. When they reached Sami's, Lucas parked and went around to the passenger side to open up Will's door. "Come on, Will."

Will slowly climbed out of the car and leaned on his father. "I'm so tired," he muttered.

"I know, son. We're going to get you back to bed. C'mon," Lucas said. He supported his son as they slowly made their way towards the complex lobby. They got into the elevator and Lucas selected Sami's floor number. He awkwardly held Will up and watched as the numbers slowly blinked yellow. When the elevator dinged open, Lucas ushered Will out of the elevator. Will's knees suddenly gave way again.

"I can't," Will moaned. "Hurting."

"It's all right son. I'll help you," Lucas assured his son. He lifted his son up into his arms. Although Will was lighter from not being able to eat much, it was still a struggle for Lucas to carry him. Lucas wasn't nearly as strong as Sonny. He hastily carried his son to Sami's apartment and knocked with his foot. "Sami!" he yelled.

Lucas heard hurried footsteps coming towards the door and Sami opened it up. "Oh my God," Sami said. "What's wrong?"

"He's just weak, Sami. You going to let me in? He's heavy," Lucas grunted.

"Oh! Yes, of course!" Sami stepped aside and Lucas carried Will past her and into Will's bedroom. He gently put Will down on the bed.

"Thank you," Will breathed. Then he sneezed. Lucas frowned and covered up Will with multiple blankets.

"Sleep," he ordered.

"Kay," Will mumbled, closing his eyes. Lucas quickly exited the room and was greeted by Sami.

"How is he?" She asked.

"Very weak. And I think he might have caught a cold," Lucas replied.

"Damn! God, I shouldn't have let him out of the house. This is my fault," Sami said.

"What were you going to do? Tackle him to the ground? Sami, there was nothing you could do. Luckily, Sonny found him and warmed him up. Hopefully he will be okay," Lucas replied.

"Well I think I'm going to try and take him to the doctor just in case. Lucas, he hasn't been eating much and I can't exactly force him to eat," Sami said.

"Okay, well just see what the doctor says," Lucas replied.


"You need to eat," Dr. Terry told Will.

"I haven't been hungry," he said. Will didn't want to be here. His mom had woken him up that morning and informed him that he was going to see Dr. Terry, no excuses.

"Will, I don't know how much I can tell you how serious this is. Radiation therapy is very hard on the body. It brings down your immunity and makes you more susceptible to illness. It is important that you eat something," the doctor explained.

"But I'm just not hungry," Will said.

"Well, try foods that are easy on the stomach such as soup. You need to eat something to keep up your strength."

"But…"

"Will, listen to me. You can either eat something or I can admit you so we can put in an IV. Which is it?" Dr. Terry asked.

Will didn't want to be in the hospital, so he sighed and nodded. "Okay," he gave in.

"Good. Now for the other matter. Your mom says you went out in the rain yesterday and as a result, started sneezing?" Dr. Terry replied.

"She was hovering. I needed to get out of the house," Will said.

"Like I said, your immune system is weakened. So, if you develop a cold from this, it's going to be a very bad one. If that happens, we'd have to stop the radiation for a little," Dr. Terry said.

Will looked startled. "But… but what would that mean?" He asked in a panic.

"It could be risky. The radiation treatment is to help make sure the cancer doesn't return. But if we take you off it, then there's a chance it could come back," Dr. Terry explained.

"Okay! I'll eat! I'll stay in bed! Please don't take me off of radiation," Will begged.

"We shall see. I'm sorry Will, but if you got a cold, I have no choice but to stop the treatments," Dr. Terry replied.

Will felt his stomach drop and looked down at his hands. He didn't want to stop radiation. The idea of it terrified him. Dr. Terry put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Look Will, I know how hard this is for you. You're still young and I know that you never foresaw that you'd get cancer. But you need to try and get rest. Now, why don't you go sit in the waiting room so I can talk to your mom."

Will nodded and got up from the examination table. He exited the hospital room and told his mom to go talk to Dr. Terry. Sami nodded and went into the room. "So?" she asked.

"He has definitely lost some weight and I am concerned about his sneeze. I was just explaining to Will that if he develops a cold, I am going to have to insist on stopping radiation treatments until he gets better," Dr. Terry began.

"But if you stop radiation…" Sami trailed off.

"I know. I don't want to do that. But Will's immune system is compromised right now. A cold will really be hard on his body. I explained that he needs to eat. If he doesn't, I want you to immediately bring him back to the hospital. I might have to put him on an IV so he gets some kind of nutrition in his system. It's also very important that he stays in bed," Dr. Terry instructed.

"Okay. I will make sure he's getting plenty of food and rest. Thank you, Dr. Terry," Sami said.

"You're welcome. Remember, bring him in if he still refuses to eat," Dr. Terry said.

"I will. Goodbye," Sami said.