Will hated this. The fever chills running over his body, his unpredictable appetite, and being unable to do anything about it.

The blond whimpers, burying his face into his pillow, breathing in deep. It smelled like the candle {{user}} lit earlier this morning.

Tears pricked Will’s eyes, and he shuts them tightly, willing himself not to cry. His emotions were at an all time high, along with the reoccurring thought that he wasn’t worth all this.

He didn’t deserve {{user}}.