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Part 2

Tossing myself back down in bed, I allowed my thoughts to wander back to when I first regained consciousness. My heart hurts to remember how tired my mom looked. I didn't really think about my mom's pain when I was trying to escape my own, but I could have kicked myself for not remembering that she had taken the "loss" of my father when he abandoned us and turned evil very badly. Mom would not have been able to survive losing me too. I vowed that day never to hurt her again as she rained kisses and tears all over my face and babbled on and on about how much she loves me. Screw anyone who looks down on me for this, but I love and adore my mom, so screw off. She has been very clingy and protective ever since much to my chagrin.

Will and I had a talk the day I regained consciousness. I was weak and unable to speak with him as I had wanted to, but I was able to get some answers. It seems that Will had fallen in love with me, but did not figure this out until Layla helped him. She had accepted Will for who he was and let him go. He had also promised me that he would never think of hurting himself again over me.

I remember he said, "I'm not going to apologize for falling in love with you Warren. I didn't know I was gay until just a few days ago. I would rather have waited for this conversation until you were better, but I would like us to remain friends if you cannot return my feelings. I would just like to have you in my life. I'll let you tell me under what definition that can be in. Friend? Or more than friend?"

Will had been accepted by his family and friends and it seemed what he feared the most was that I would hate him for falling in love with me. I was able to assure him that I did not hate him, but I did not know what to think about this new revelation. Will then assured me that there was no pressure to make any kind of decision and now, a month later, he has never brought it up again in all the times we have spent together. He helped me a lot during my initial recovery and we are still the best of friends in our own "I-won't-show-my-feelings-if-you-don't" way, but I'm not sure about being more than that. I had started caring very deeply for Will way before my attack, but as more than a friend or brother? I don't know. I guess "Only time will tell what is held in our futures" or so my fortune cookie said at dinner the other night.

I had to get back to sleep. Tomorrow I was going to be going back to school for the first time in over a month. I was still not completely recovered from the attack, but was greatly improved. I grew tired much too easily, which would fade in time, but for now I would be relying on a wheelchair to get around. Joy.

"Will better not get here too early tomorrow or I'll roast his ass," I grumbled as I fell back asleep.

The next morning, I woke refreshed and was cleaned, clothed, and fed long before Will arrived.

"Hey Ren! Hey Ms. Peace!" Will greeted my mom and I cheerfully as he walked through my front door.

"Good morning Will," my mom greeted happily as she fussed with his hair.

I have the funniest feeling that my mom has adopted Will.

"Good morning," I said maneuvering my wheelchair away from the table then forming a fireball in my hand and growling out, "What have I told you about calling me Ren? That's a damn girl's name!"

"Sorry. Sorry," Will laughed cheekily as he put his hands up in defense, "How are you doing this morning Warren? Are you ready to go yet Warren?"

I had to laugh at Will's expression and yelp of indignation when I tossed a small fireball that wouldn't do any real damage at his posterior. Will glared at me which really looked more like a puppy dog pout.

"Behave!" my mother laughed as she smoothed my hair and started fussing over me, "You are to report straight to the nurse if you feel ill. She has my emergency contact numbers."

"Yes Mom."

"If you get tired Principal Powers said that you can rest in the teachers' lounge. There is a couch that can open into a twin bed. I want you to rest if you need it sweetie."

"Yes Mom," I sighed.

"Will make sure he eats right at lunch and you will keep an eye on my baby for me, won't you?" my mom instructed a bemused looking Will Stronghold.

"MOM!" I groaned as I thanked the powers to be that I wasn't a blusher.

"Don't worry Ms. Peace," Will laughed, "Warren will be fine he knows how to look out for himself and I'll be there if he needs my help."

"Be good boys and lock the door on your way out," my mom said as she gave me a hug and kiss, pecked Will on the cheek, and left for work.

"You ready?" Will asked as he grabbed my things and tossed me my leather jacket.

Will waited for me to nod before pushing my wheelchair out the door. I was a little stunned at Will's reaction to my mom's fussing. He hadn't patted me on the head as if I was a child. Will had let my mom know that I was able to take care of myself and that he would be there if I needed him. Did Will know me so well that he would realize my need for independence? I felt a little warm inside that Will would be so considerate of my feelings.

"You okay?" Will asked as he leaned over my shoulder at an awkward angle, "You're a little quieter than usual. Which is saying a lot for you."

"Ha Ha," I joked back as I flicked him in the forehead, "Just get me to the bus stop comedian."

I smirked at Will's laughter to let him know that everything was fine. Well I guess this was my first steps towards whatever the future would hold. Now what that would be? Who knew?

To be continued.

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