Will looked up from his seat in the pediatric ward for what seemed like the billionth time.

Will had been glancing over at you for half an hour now, and he didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was the tube in your nose, your hair, or the fact that you were reading Looking for Alaska. He couldn’t help but make a doodle of you in his sketchbook. You just looked so… interesting. he had one open himself, The Fault In Our Stars.