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Chapter Seven: The Bathtub - [Pt. 1]

(TRIGGER WARNING! Contains swearing, sickness, lying, and insecurities)

Will's POV

Y/n was giving me a tour of her "home".

Well, technically this isn't a house.

It's a creepy, slimy lab.

But she saw it as home.

Even though she went through so much pain here.

How could she still want to be here?

I've noticed that she is only afraid of one thing.

Herself.

The only thing she was insecure about was herself.

All of her doubts are about herself.

When she had a panic attack, it was because she was afraid of the damage she made.

"Medicine room." She says, quickly taking me out of my thoughts.

"What are you talking about?" I say, obviously not paying attention before.

"Medicine room!" She says as she runs down the hallway.

"Wait! Where are you going?" I say as I run down the hallway with her.

She stopped at a door, a slimy door but that's not the point.

She tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.

Most likely due to the thick slime all over the door.

Her face quickly turns into an annoyed and irritated expression.

"What's wrong? Why do you need to go in there so badly?" I say, waiting for her to respond.

She holds her hand out, as her response.

I knew what that meant.

I grabbed her hand, and suddenly we were inside the mysterious medicine room.

Your POV

My lungs hurt like hell.

I tried to avoid using my powers since I didn't feel the best.

To be honest, I feel horrible.

It's not like I haven't felt like this before.

I stood in the medicine room, trying to hold in my desperately needed coughs.

I walked over to one of the cabinets and looked for a container with the letters "AT" on it.

"AT" as in Asclepias tuberosa.

As in the butterfly weed.

As in the medicine I said was growing.

Yes, I said that they were still growing.

I lied.

But to my defense, he was asking me a bunch of questions.

I hate those questionaries.

But anyway, back to the Asclepias tuberosa.

Or as Will calls the 'butterfly weed'.

What should I call it?

Whatever, it doesn't matter.

I finally found the medicine.

Will was sitting against the wall, talking.

He was probably talking to me, but I wasn't listening.

Hopefully, it wasn't anything important.