The doctor came into the waiting room. "Will Artello?" Will stood up. "Follow me." He followed the doctor down the hall. He almost didn't want to see what happened to his mom. "Your mom is very lucky to be alive Will. Just a broken sternum, broken arm and some bruising is all she sustained. If she hadn't been wearing her seatbelt, she probably wouldn't have survived." Will was stunned. His mom almost died? He pushed the thought out of his mind as best he could. "Here she is. Be careful Will." He turned into the room to see his mom lying on the hospital bed. She was wearing a neck brace and had tubes running into her arms. Her left arm was in a cast while the rest of her was in a hospital robe. She was awake at the moment, and she was glad that she was. "Will! Oh honey I'm so glad to see you." Will walked up to his mom, gently squeezing her good hand. "Are you okay mom?" "I'm fine, thank you. Listen Will, I'm not going to be able to come home for a while, so you're gonna have to take care of yourself. Take my card from my purse and use it to buy yourself food. Will nodded as his eyes welled up with tears. "That's my son." "Okay, we have to let her rest now Will. We'll give you a cab to take you home." Will looked at the doctor as if he just asked him if he wanted to kick babies. He turned back to his mom, who smiled at him reasurringly. "It's gonna be okay Will. I'll be fine." Will swallowed as he nodded back to his mom. He took her credit card from her purse as he went back into the waiting room. He realized that Alyx had left him. He didn't even notice until now. Not that he expected her to stay, but it would have been nice.
(Back at Will's house)
Will entered the dark house, not even bothering to turn on any lights. "Look what you have done." He walked downstairs to the bathroom. "Your mother is hurt because of you" He used the toilet and went into his room. "You could have stopped her, but you we're too busy having fun." Will couldn't keep it in anymore. He fell to the floor, curled into a fetal position, and cried his eyes out. He vomited until there was nothing left. Dry heaving, he cried until he was too tired to stay awake. He fell asleep on the floor, waiting for the next day.