![]() A full beat passed though and he was about to call again when he heard a soft “Yeah?” from the other side of the door. “Dakota!” He yelled, feeling guilty terribly out of breath for such an easy thing.Ī moment passed and the injured superhero started to wonder if Dakota had finally gotten sick of him and just left him to rot in this bathroom. He took a couple moments, and breathed deeply. He gave one more measu effort as he kicked his legs and attempted to shimmy but he jolted too hard and choked back a yelp as sharp pain shot through his ribs and his broken arm ached. He was a shit superhero, and probably a shit friend too snapping at Dakota like that. The faded and peach-coloured walls of the Winters’ household felt like they were enclosing on him as he processed how much of a failure he felt like. He hated having to be so heavily reliant on others but he guessed that’s just the karma he got for practically raising himself. He began to rock back and forth, getting increasingly frustrated with both his body and the pain. He was stubborn though and kept trying, his ribs protesting with soreness whenever he would take in a breath too deep or twist in any certain way. He unbuttoned them and tried to peel them off by the hem but he couldn’t reach the other side of his waist and they just wouldn’t shift with the strength of one single tired and bruised arm. He thought things would be easier when he managed to get his shirt off after a lot of flailing and ducking and accidentally slamming the edge of his elbow onto the sink counter but now he was staring down at his pants while still regaining his breath. It was embarrassing to ask Dakota for help! They’d already done so much for him protecting him in that fight when he could have avoided his injuries that he didn’t want to ask for more help and especially not with something so embarrassing and a basic task. ![]() So here he was, sitting on Wavelength’s toilet staring down at the clothes he had no idea how he was going to get off. However being the restless teenager he was, as well as being soaked in grime and sweat from the fight since he hadn’t gotten a chance to change his clothes, he decided he really needed to take a shower. The Prime Defenders had immediately rushed him to the hospital where he got x-rays done and a cast put on and a strict order for bed rest. ![]() In a fight with really what should’ve been a very easy villain the day beforehand the ghost boy had managed to take a baseball bat to the ribs and and a cinder block to his right arm, cracking the bone cleanly across his forearm. That week had not been a good one for William Wisp. “Stop doing that! Shoo! I can get my own pants off!” William used the hand that was not tightly bound in a splint and cast to make a shooing motion past the door and Dakota rolled his eyes and turned around, closing the door behind him. “I swear! I don’t need help!” William said on the verge of frustration, sitting on the toilet bowl while Dakota leaned on the bathroom’s door frame. ![]() ← Previous Work Part 39 of JERWEE ONE SHOTS Stats: Published: Words: 2,054 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 3 Kudos: 43 Bookmarks: 6 Hits: 302 william has a hard time asking for help. ![]() what dakota and will have can be interpreted as platonic or romantic in this.Campaign 03: Just Roll With It: Prime Defenders.dakota teases will abt his crush on vyncent. ![]()
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