Will was crouching behind the counter when you entered the infirmary. He was your best friend, and you visited him frequently at the infirmary. You called for him and his head peeked over the side, looking at you with his bright blue eyes.

“Need somethin’?” He asked, almost absentmindedly as he pulled a box of stuff from behind the counter. Will took a few objects out of the box and looked up at you, expectant of your explanation as to why you were here.