Sleepless Nights

<div align=center>William laughed, and shrugged, "I don't know," he answered, he knew that he put far too much sugar into his tea, but he liked it like that, it tasted good to him. "I just like it this way." He put a huge amount of sugar into coffee if he ever drunk it, too, he tended to avoid that though, the caffeine tended to make him... Excitable. In short, it made him bounce off the walls, which wasn't really a good thing when he was as gangly as he was. Coffee was not a good idea, then again neither was too much sugar... There wasn't really a way to win, he'd be hyper active either way.

"I hope I don't get sick." He frowned, William got sick easily, and he was frightened of this strange illness. He took another spoonful of soup, taking a moment to enjoy the warmth. "You're right," he agreed, "it is perfect." He hoped no one in here was carrying the illness, he'd surely contract it if they were, his immune system was weak and if he got it, it'd probably be twice as bad for him as it was for everyone else. He tended to be debilitated by colds, let alone anything else.</div>

<div align=center>"Gabe says it's weird too." He told her, more or less guessing what she was thinking, "I put a lot of milk in, too." It all depended what kind of tea he drank, fruit teas and green teas needed no sugar nor milk, they tasted strange if you were to add either of them, and therefore Bill never ever did. "I think we should both try and be careful." William was terrified of death. He didn't ever like to think about it, but he didn't even know if a cure had been developed yet, he hoped one would be found soon, then everything would be okay.

"Perhaps we should take shifts," he suggested, "you could nap while I'm awake... And then when you wake up I could take a nap..." It would get a little lonely until they both felt they were well rested enough, but William didn't mind too much, he could talk to the patients if he felt really lonely, or merely watch them from afar because he was too shy to talk to them, or he was too frightened of getting that horrible disease. He really hoped no one in here had it, he thought there was a quarantine full of those that had caught it. Poor people.</div>

<div align=center>"Milky tea is good." William returned, "it makes you feel cosy." He smiled a little, and finished off the last of his soup, it would have been nice to have some bread to go along with it, but it was good enough on it's own. He downed the rest of his tea, and placed his mug down next to his now empty bowl. "Are you sure?" He asked, he didn't mind who slept first, if something happened then one could wake the other, he was a light sleeper so it most likely wouldn't be all that hard to wake him if needs be.

The disease was frightening. William couldn't imagine ever wanting to hurt people like that, it was almost like it was turning people into zombies. He shuddered, the thought of it terrified him, he'd do everything he could to avoid getting it, he hoped no one he knew got it either, that would be even worse than him getting it. "I don't want to get it." He hugged himself and tensed up a little, "it's really scary." It sounded a little bit like rabies to him, but much much worse, he didn't know if there was a cure for rabies yet or not. "I hope they find a cure."</div>

<div align=center>William smiled warmly, "I told you!" He chirped, "it's comforting." He stated, he liked milk, whether it was in tea or not. If ever offered a drink, he'd either pick tea or milk. "If you're sure." He pushed himself up from the table and stretched his arms above his head, a small yawn escaping him. "I'll only be an hour or so, if you don't mind..." He told her, stacking the empty bowls on the table and collecting the mugs together. He shuffled off a moment later to look for a bed, there was a couple of ones that weren't occupied, and William sat himself down on the closest.

He shook his head, he didn't want to think about it anymore either, they didn't deserve to be killed, they hadn't asked to be given that terrible disease. Bill sighed, they'd be okay, he was desperate for them to be okay. They were working on a cure, weren't they? They'd find one in the end, and no one would have to die. He pushed the thoughts away from his head, shaking it vigorously. He didn't like thinking about sad things as much as she did, he got upset terribly easily, and then it was hard to calm him down again. He curled up on the mattress, and tugged the covers over himself. He hoped it wouldn't take all that long for him to fall asleep, he was feeling drained.</div>

<div align=center>"Thank you." Bill answered softly, settling himself down and snuggling into the blankets. They were a little scratchy, but he didn't mind too much, they were warm enough for him to fall asleep underneath. It took far less time than he'd thought it might, he didn't even remember falling asleep, he didn't dream for once, which he was thankful for, William's dreams tended to be just a tad unnerving, some were worse than others, and some didn't make any sense whatsoever, he didn't mind those ones, at least those ones weren't scary, they were just a little bit confusing.

He slept for the best of two hours, which was a relatively short time for him, he took naps frequently and tended to waste a lot of time asleep. He just got so tired so quickly, either that or he got bored and fell asleep against his will, that had already happened several times this week, it had been the healing that had worn him out this time, which was understandable, the wound had been large, he desperately hoped that poor woman would live, she'd be scarred forever, but Bill would rather be horribly scarred than dead, he thought, at least you could cover scars up for the most part.</div>