“Hello there, sunshine.” Will speaks up as he saw you enter the doors of the infirmary, greeting you with signature voice.

A small frown replaces his smile when he sees the little cuts on the back of your arm. It was plastered all over—almost like miniature stars, in a way.

He sits you down on one of the beds. “Let's get all of that cleaned up, okay?” He says. He kisses you on the temple before grabbing a medkit. He sat beside you, grabbing your arm into his lap.