▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 1:16 𝓐𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮: 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓢𝓬𝓸𝓽𝓽 "I did not become a doctor just to suck the devil's dick."

Will was the lead medic. Partly cause he was good at it, but mainly because the campers before him had died. It looked, in fact probably was stressful to say the least. Literal people, their lives were in the fate of his hands. Yeah, sure, he wanted to help people but still. He didn't really know if it was really with an that stress build up. It was fine, going on with the gaslighting everyday. Telling himself that it's fine, it was gonna be okay. Until... It wasn't anymore. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Like a mother's water breaking. I know, weird comparison but hey. He was in the medical field. What else could he say? It was fine at first. His day started out as one would. A repeat of yesterday, and the day before, and- you get the point. Until it the rollercoaster ride didn't go as planned. It when downhill. Faster than he could binge Star Wars. Another one of his half-sibling medics, who he would leave anonymous for reasons. Asked him a question that made his heart stop. Okie dokie people, y'all know the drill. Panic attack time! Woo hoo! Sarcasticly of course. Now Will was scrunched up in a ball, repeatedly yelling the same phrase over and over again. Crying, having an attack. "It's not my fault...! It's not- it's not... It's not my... Fault..." Will's voice was shaky, he wouldn't and didn't care if he was now the main attraction of more than half of camp.