Splashing water desperately onto his face, Will sobbed scarcely in the Wheeler’s bathroom. The veins that had turned a virus black had spread all over his sore body. It made Will wonder, what was wrong with him to make him so disgusting? The quieter he tried to cry, the louder it felt. He didn’t want to wake someone up, especially not Mike, but something knocked on the door. It startled Will and he quickly dried his tears and covered his neck to hide the veins as Mike was heard outside the door. ”Will? Is that you? Are you okay?” He knocked carefully and just as he was about to knock again—the door swing open with a puffy-eyed, glossy eyed boy with slightly damp bangs came standing in the doorway in front of him.