?WilliamEst Oneshots?

The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the muffled sounds of voices outside the door. William sat in the stiff chair beside the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Est was still asleep. He looked smaller somehow, his usually animated face slack with exhaustion.

William had barely left his side since they arrived. Lykn’s manager had tried to pull him away, telling him to rest, to let the doctors do their job. But William had refused. He needed to be here. Needed to see Est open his eyes and tell him—tell him what, exactly? That he scared him? That he shouldn’t have come to the concert? That William should’ve known?

A soft knock at the door made him lift his head. The doctor stepped inside, offering a reassuring smile before glancing at Est’s sleeping form.

“He’s stable now,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “His body just needs rest.”

William swallowed the lump in his throat. “What… what happened?” His voice was hoarse, raw from the hours of silence.

The doctor hesitated, then took a step closer. “Mr. Supha has epilepsy.”

William blinked. “What?”

“His medical records confirm that he’s been diagnosed for a few years now,” she continued gently. “His seizure was most likely triggered by the flashing lights at your concert.”

William felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs. Epilepsy. He’d heard of it before, of course, but never—not once—had Est ever mentioned it.

“He never told me,” he muttered, more to himself than to the doctor.

The doctor sighed. “It’s not uncommon for people with epilepsy to keep it private, especially in high-pressure careers. But William… the stress, the lights, the lack of rest—it all adds up. He’s lucky it wasn’t worse.”

William clenched his jaw, guilt twisting deep in his gut.

“Is he—” His voice wavered. He took a breath, steadied himself. “Is he going to be okay?”

“He will,” the doctor assured him. “But he needs to be careful. He should avoid environments with excessive flashing lights, get enough sleep, and make sure he’s taking his medication regularly.”

William nodded, absorbing every word like it was the most important thing he’d ever heard.

The doctor patted his shoulder. “He’ll wake up soon. You should talk to him.”

With that, she left, the door clicking shut softly behind her.

William turned back to Est. He still looked so pale, his breathing slow and steady.

How had he not known? How had Est hidden something like this from him?

More importantly—why?

A quiet groan broke the silence. William shot up in his chair as Est’s eyelids fluttered, his head shifting slightly on the pillow.

“Est?” William’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Another groggy sound. Then, sluggishly, Est’s dark eyes cracked open, unfocused at first before they found William.

“Will…?” His voice was weak, confused.

William swallowed back the lump in his throat and forced a small smile. “Hey. You scared the hell out of me, you know that?”

Est’s brows furrowed, like he was trying to remember. Then, realization flickered in his tired eyes. “The concert,” he murmured.

William nodded. “You had a seizure.” He hesitated before adding, “The doctor told me… about your epilepsy.”

Est winced. He looked away, his fingers twitching against the sheets. “…I didn’t want you to know.”

“Why?” William asked, a little sharper than he meant to. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling harshly. “Est, I thought you were joking. I almost didn’t react. What if—” His voice caught. He shook his head. “You should’ve told me.”

Est didn’t answer at first. His gaze stayed locked on the ceiling, like he was searching for the right words. Finally, he exhaled.

“I didn’t want you to look at me differently.”

William’s chest ached. “Are you serious?”

Est gave a weak chuckle. “Come on, Will. I’m already the guy who messes around all the time. If people knew, they’d start treating me like I was fragile. Like I can’t handle things.” He paused, his voice quieter now. “Like I don’t belong.”

William’s heart twisted. “That’s not—” He stopped himself, took a deep breath. “Est, you do belong. And this doesn’t change anything. You’re still you.” He hesitated. “But I need to know if you’re okay. I need to know how to help you.”

Est’s lips parted slightly, his usual easy grin nowhere in sight. For a long moment, he just stared at William, as if searching for any hint of pity or doubt.

But William meant it. Every word.

Finally, Est let out a breath and gave a small, tired smile.

“…Okay,” he murmured. “I’ll tell you.”

William nodded, his grip tightening around Est’s hand.

“Good.”