(William's POV)
It was five in the evening. I had been lying in bed for several hours trying to sleep when I finally grew too restless to stay in bed, so I got up, feeling only slightly shaky, and went downstairs to the sitting room, where I found Edward sitting in a chair, reading a book on medical studies.
"Will, what are you doing out of bed? Go back upstairs."
"I may be your younger brother, but I can take care of myself."
"You can't even make it in the pail without difficulty."
"So I missed…twice. You've missed before."
"Well that's not the point. You shouldn't be up and about, you know that"
"Well if I stay in that room any longer, I'm going to go mad. God "
"William?"
Alastor stepped through the door and into the sitting room.
Edward tensed up and I groaned, rolling my eyes at my father.
"Not now. I don't have time right now Alastor." I said in an exasperated tone.
"My apologies." Said Alastor and he turned to leave, when I changed my mind and said, "Never mind… Just come back here. What is it that you need?"
"I just wanted to see how things are going."
"Oh, well, I'm not feeling well, Mary is getting over pneumonia, and my son and daughter are over at Thomas' until things get sorted out over here."
"Perhaps I can"
"I'm sorry Alastor, but perhaps you should come over at another time. My brother is ill and needs his rest." Edward interrupted, glancing over at me.
"No no, that's fine Edward. Now, please continue Alastor."
"Well, I could help out with things for a while."
"My brothers are taking care of things."
"I figured as much, but if you allow me to help out, it will give me a chance to prove myself to you."
"Will…."
I began thinking. I knew Mary would not be at all happy with Alastor in the house, but then again, if he truly wanted repentance, he would do whatever I ordered him to and if he disobeyed, he knew I would kill him... Where was there any loss?
"Give me more time to consider the matter. But I don't think it will be…"
I began heaving. Edward quickly gestured for Alastor to leave and then pulled me outside.
"Christ I hate vomiting." I said as I slowly straightened myself up.
"You're telling me. I'm a doctor and I still find it disgusting." Commented Edward. "Now back to bed with you, brother."
