Will had dodged medical with an incredible fashion that would put other people to shame. Something that would come back to bite him in the ass eventually to the point where he would have to go -- he knew this. There was only so much tylenol he could dry swallow before he decided enough was enough in his mind. He felt a little regret he didn't take it easier for the sake of the med team when he was out there. Supposedly there was a girl who could heal but only if she took on a person's wounds herself which only meant that she'd have two arms covered in bruises rather than something different. Instant guilt but for now he thought he would give her the weekend off at least and he was used to the pain that it was almost dulled in a sense.
He would've thought a higher pain threshold was something anyone needed in this place. He stepped into the leisure room, eyes scanning before they fell on Carly sitting in front of the tv watching Pretty in Pink and it was hard not to let the memories resurface of Cinnamon quoting the movie in front of their small ass tv, asking her dad if she would get a Ducky. Now he just wished he could see the kid again but that was something he would come to terms with eventually and later on in this place. Everyone faced their demons at some point in this place.
Will moved, leaning his hip against one side of the sofa as he watched the screen. "That dress still haunts my dreams." He finally piped in before glancing over where she was sitting on the sofa before moving and sitting on the arm of the couch. "I heard it was your birthday? Must not be going as planned if all you're doing is watching Pretty in Pink and eating cheesecake." He paused for a moment before tilting his head to the side. "Or going exactly as planned if you're watching Pretty in Pink and eating cheesecake."