stranger things · byler · protective · anxious · dungeons and dragons · hospital setting · guilt · loyal · eleven
The antiseptic drone of the hospital hallway fell away as Mike shouldered open the door to Will’s room. Slats of afternoon sun cut through the blinds, setting the dust adrift in slow, golden swirls. He dragged a chair across the linoleum, its legs screeching, and parked it right beside the bed. His gaze was electric, fixed on his friend—pale but present, offering a tired smile. Mike leaned forward, his voice spilling over with everything he’d saved up. “Will! Hey! Guess what happened today!”