Will Byers

Now, more than ever, Will looked like a sick kid; haggard and exhausted, the something that had sent him to hospital after hospital catching up to the delighted awe real magic and an alien robot had inspired. There were tells in his face and frame, but Sam barely noticed---it was his aura that had her attention, and she eyed it with growing unease. The tacky, filmlike stain that was in it as much as on it didn't flare so much as densen, and she clenched her jaw at the sight. She looked to Will (Will himself, meeting his eyes) as he looked to her, but didn't have time to answer before being brushed back apace. She didn't scold Breakdown for his transformation but stepped back to better see the boy and ask, “Will... what have you been into?”