(As I said before: I don't have any knowledge about all medical things. It is just all made up. So when you went to donate blood you might know how that's going to happen, but i didn't have clue :D )

The light was low in the room, he could hardly see the contours of the desk and the chair. Therefore he stepped against the table, leading him to curse.

Suddenly the room lighted up. Will's eyes needed to adjust to the sudden light and when he did, he heard a voice much sooner than he realised where the voice was coming from.

"Mr Horton? What are you doing here?"

Grace sat in her bed, looking terribly pale and tired. Her voice was cracking and so low that Will had trouble understanding her words.

Will couldn't move a single muscle in his body. Grace was Ariana? Grace was his daughter? For months he had taught her, got to know her. For days he had marked her exams, realising she was a rare talent. For hours he had thought about her, trying to fight ways to foster her talent. For minutes she confided in him, telling him her feelings. Feelings she couldn't tell her parents. Parents like Gaby and Nick.

Grace was Ariana. He had to tell him that again and again, over and over in his head.

"Mr Horton? I asked you something..."

Will nodded and quietly went to her bed, sat down on the edge.

"I am here to donate blood, Ari … ehm Grace."

As much as he would like to tell her all about them. About him. But he knew she would run, wouldn't want to her that. He didn't even know whether she suspected that she had a different father.

"You read my file?"

What did she mean by that? Will knew that her blood type definitely wasn't mentioned in the student files. That was just too private. But then he understood what she meant. She noticed that he was going to use her real name.

"I'm just going to stick to Grace, ok?" Will smiled at her. She smiled back and for a moment, he was glad that he saw her in this very moment. Her smile was his. He knew it. He looked somehow in a mirror. "I guess there was a point calling yourself Grace. So I won't stop saying it."

Grace tried to laugh but she was to weak. Instead she coughed and Will went over to caress her leg, he felt under the blanket.

"Thanks."

"How are you, anyway?"

Will hated himself for that phrase because what was she going to say? That she was fine, cause she wasn't. But that was his way of smalltalk, not wanting to leave this room just yet.

"Well, I've been better. Strange coincidence that we have the same blood type. How did you hear of my condition?"

She lay back and closed her eyes. Will saw the sweat on her forehead. I must've been hard for her to talk to him. Pretending not to see her suffering he thought of a lie. It must've been a lie, of that he was sure.

"You're parents called the University. They told me about your condition and I told him that I was able to help you out."

"Bullshit!"

The only word came out strong and angry. Her face however didn't look strong or angry. But the word made him cringe.

"Excuse me?"

Her eyes stayed close, just her mouth let out the few words Grace was going to speak.

"My parents don't know about me going to Salem U. They had never called there."

Will was trying to say something to defend his words but Grace wouldn't let him. Before the words he formed could leave his mouth Grace interrupted him.

"I think it is better when you leave. Please. And turn out the lights when you go."

Will didn't stand up immediately but when Grace turned around and gave him the cold shoulder. He understood. Slowly he left the room, taking one last look at his daughter, before turning off the lights and closing the door.

The nurse, who had waited for him to get out, jumped up and looked at him.

"How did it go?"

Will shrugged with his shoulders. How did it go? His daughter didn't know he was her dad. She didn't know about Nick's scheme and she kicked him out. But of course he said none of this.

"Fine. Just fine."

The nurse looked at him a little bit longer. He couldn't really read her thoughts, though. Was she able to detect his lie? What was she thinking? What was she told, anyway?

"Please follow me, Sir."

And again, she went while he was running behind her. Some doors later, she pushed another open and guided him inside.

Will sat down on the chair the nurse advised him to. She took his right arm, cleaning it and pressing the needle inside.

Filled with curiosity first and disgust later, Will saw his blood running through the tube, filling the bag near the floor.

"Do you mind if I leave for a second?"

"No, no. Not at all."

The nurse looked surprised. Maybe she thought Will would mind being alone in that room. Or maybe she feared he would be someone fighting for following the rules.

"Well, just don't move and I'm coming back in a second."

The nurse looked over the tubes and the bag again. Obviously everything looked alright to her, because she approved and went. When the door fell in the lock, Will was left alone. And that's how he felt. He felt like the room showed his true inner feelings.

It was a clean room but when one looked closer one saw the messed up shelves. Additional it was small, uncomfortable, rather dark and cold.