Will was still sick, he was miserable and his body was shaking, he leaned on her when talked, he had tears falling down his face. He knew he couldn't do things alone.
"Nobody even cares, why would they listen even if I was nicer." he missed his little brother as well. "My brother was the only one I felt that was there for me and now hes gone."He felt broken and lost, he wanted to just be happy. Will was never happy anymore, not truely. He wondered if that was why he always drunk so much.
He leaned over the bed and was throwing up into a bucket.