Who: Will Moran. What: He's okay. Really. Where: Starting at the hospital, ending at 606. When: Beginning of the evening Tuseday. Warnings: It sucks. Notes: None.
"I'm sorry to inform you sir, but she's passed on."
His eyes flickered to the floor. Scratching his chin, his swallow was painful, constricted. But a smile found its way there anyways. It was automatic and unavoidable, one could even argue it had been from the first time he had to deal with death. He grinned right at the head nurse. "One less thing on my to do list. Well, guess that means you won't be seeing my pretty face anymore. Another time. Ciao, babe." She could only stare in horror as he waltzed his way out the sliding front doors.
That grin, so wide it hurt, never left his face as he moseyed his way down the street to the liquor store near Bellum. It didn't leave as he went in and made a very dedicated almost lethal purchase. By the time he reached his apartment, the false smile was such that it was scaring children. But that didn't matter. Because everything was fine.
Making it inside his apartment was painfully easy, being his rare sober self, but that would soon pass. Just like this. It would pass by him and she would be nothing but a brushstroke in the backdrop of his life.
It sounded more convincing as the Jack Daniels bottle clinked against the glass, the sound demanding to repeat soon.
Hours later, the grin was still there, albeit fuzzy and hard to feel. Will sprawled out on the couch, focusing and unfocusing his eyes on the crack in the ceiling.
He could feel her disapproving stare as he worked his way to a sitting position. "What?" he slurred, "Not gonna show? Huh? Not gonna call me an idiot for old time's sake?" He waved the bottle tauntingly, as if threatening the air would make any difference. "Coward. Serves you right, goddamn bitch. Waste of space."
Tipping the bottle to his lips, he found it empty. It chipped, but did not break as he dropped it, staggering to his feet and dragging himself to the kitchen in search of a full one. Finding one, he unscrewed the cap and tilted his head back to relish the poisonous burn running down his throat. Seeing a moldy slice of pizza, he weighed his options, but in the end opted to throw it out.
Opening the trash bin, his bloodshot eyes focused for a moment on something vaguely familiar and reached in. "Ow fucking shit!" he snapped before yanking the offending item out.
It was greased, rotted and wilting, but he remembered.
Before he entered the hospital he had sneakily cut a piece off one of their rose bushes before entering, in an attempt to look sympathetic and charitable while coming to visit the coma girl. He stuffed it in his jacket before his visit and tossed it at home, lest she accidentally be awake and mistake him for someone who cares.
Cared.
Flinging the rose at the wall, he swayed in horror as the damn thing simply exploded in a cloud of petals, landing in a sad heap on the floor. A tension creeped up his legs, pooling in his fingertips forcing his hands into fists, before rolling and settling uncomfortably at the base of his skull. The dull hum rose in pitch as his eyes scrunched shut, trying to it all out.
His eyes opened.
He kicked the trash bin. All the disgusting sickness and dirt spilled out everywhere. Next, he bashed cups, plates, everything sitting in the kitchen sink, not caring how much he damaged his place. Or himself. Then he picked up the dented bin and tossed it at the living room, snarling as he saw it knock over the small table in the center.
"Is this what you wanted?!" he yelled upward. "Life's so hard for the poor little teach', what with all that dreaming and shit and poking her face where it didn't belong that she had to go drown herself. Oh well that's real fucking brave of you. Just leave and not say goodbye, bounce up to that sky kingdom. Yeah, you just sitting up there all high and mighty looking down on us shitheads. What makes you so much better than everyone else here?"
"If anyone should be in a pine box six feet down it should be me, not you. Why'd you do it? HUH? ANSWER ME!"