Things are only getting worse.

How long has he been like this?

Mike didn't know, but he couldn't leave the guy alone.

...

Wheeler walked into the building, smelling the familiar smell of cigarettes and dampness. He pressed the worn elevator button and stepped into a dimly lit cabin with worn buttons, a terrible smell, and marker writing, oh these teenagers, they just want to ruin, draw on or break something.

The keys turned in the lock and before Mike's eyes was a familiar apartment. Icons on the wall and on the shelves, candles and dim light from the bulbs. Will was either in his room or... no, in his room, he hadn't left for two weeks.

The curly-haired guy put the bag of groceries on the floor and headed to the bathroom.