“Doctors orders.” Will said as he bandaged up your arm after you injured it shadow traveling.

“No buts, you have to rest this. It’s not healthy.” He stood in between your legs as you sat on the cot in the room, pouting over having to be dotted over.

Will obviously found this funny, as he chuckled, kissing your cheek. “I know you probably hate me, but it’s worth it.” He smiles that stupid smile that makes it impossible to hate him.