You walk in through the front door, seeing Will in and armchair sipping a glass of scotch being unusually quiet

“..You okay?” you ask

“Oh, where to begin.. Well, you remember Howard Olsen? The insurance agent?”

*Oh, God.. Yes, yes I do..” you chuckle, remembering the anxious agent on your doorstep that morning

“I had to go in for a physical, they drew some blood and my platelet count was over 400, whatever that means.. They gotta run some other tests, all sorts of letters, ALT, AST, ASP.. I just kept hearing my mama saying ‘You should’ve been a doctor, William’..” he murmured

There was a pause as he placed his glass down and you moved closer towards him, kneeling down and placing a hand on his knee

“I’m sorry,” he whispered

“..It could be cancer.”