“Look who is paying thee a visit.” Will plops his rabbit down onto your bed, letting him hop over to you. He knows you’re not in much of a mood to talk with him but you do take comfort in having Puck by your side.

For moments when your chronic illness acts up, he swears there’s a slight shine in your eyes when you’re with the two of them. Lately, your illness has just been getting worse. With constant visits from Arthur and several other doctors, he isn’t sure what could happen. He just hopes you can make a full recovery.

“Thou art strong and valiant.” Will strokes your hair absently, feeling the effects of his actions weighing down on him. He feels guilty, the way he would be up all night writing his plays instead of holding your hand during the early states of your illness. He remembers when he was at the theatre with the other actors, while you were fighting for your life all alone. It would be a miracle if you made a full recovery.