I almost laughed when they said you were sick- I mean you,

Will Solace,

sick.

It sounded impossible, yet somehow it was true.

You were sick with a terrible fever, and stayed in your cabin all day. When I heard, I came to visit.

I creaked open the door, “Will?”

There you were, in your bunk. Your golden locks matted and your face tear stained.

You looked disheveled.