A/N: heres to GhostPenWrite – Muse of T who is awesome in her help of this today. Two notes 1) I'm assuming Biggie is alive 2) I am by NO MEANS a medical professional so please excuse any and all mistakes and my lack of specific details (which is so unlike me). What I know, I know from TV and from talking to people and it is NOT a lot. So apologies beforehand.

Enjoy the second chapter kiddies and please R&R and it is always wonderful to hear from you and keeps me motivated. I am trying my hardest to keep up with everything so, sorry if I get behind a bit. Thank, as always, for reading because without you I wouldn't be writing. ~~Arones

Magnus found him seizing on the floor. His body was convulsing in short little bursts and his eyes were rolling back in his head. "Will!" She shouted as she knelt down beside him, cupping his cheek. She checked his pulse and his respirations before grabbing his head and holding his body gently allowing the seizure to flow through his body without further injuring himself. It seemed like forever to her, but his limbs finally stopped flailing and he was no longer jerking against her. "Will," she issued quietly before tapping his cheek lightly. He didn't respond. Magnus turned his head to face her and lifted his lids to check his eyes. They were still rolled back in his head. Again she tapped his cheek lightly, "Come on Will, time to wake up."

He didn't move. "Will!" Her voice grew louder and slightly panicked when she reached down and couldn't feel his pulse in his wrist. "Damn it." Her cheek brushed next to his lips and she felt no breath. "Damn it." She stood and hit the alarm on the side of the door sending a shrill sound throughout the lab. She grabbed the medical kit that she kept in the room and began to rifle through it looking for supplies.

She found the portable defibrillator right where it was supposed to be in the bag and pulled it out. Taking scissors she cut through the material covering his chest and ripped it so he was bare to her. Taking the back off the sticky pads she pressed one to the top of his chest on the right side and the other below his ribs on his left. She turned the machine on and barely waited for the readout to appear before issuing a shock into his body. Will's form jerked lightly, but there was no change on the tiny screen. "Come on, Will." She depressed the red button again and his body, again, jerked upwards. This time when it rested she had a faint beat reading out on the screen and she almost sighed. Bringing her hand up to his chin she turned his face and lifted his lids again.

She moved to his head and steadied his neck, her eyes raking over his face. She leaned down once again to feel the very slow respirations against her cheek. Each moment seemed to tick by and he was barely drawing in another breath. Reacting quickly she grabbed equipment and began her next task. By the time her old friend arrived, slower than normal due to him still recovering, she had the young man intubated and was carefully squeezing the bag at regular intervals. Biggie grunted slowly and twisted his head awkwardly at the scene before him. "What happened?"

"I don't know," if she could have been she would have been in tears. This was completely unexpected. But she couldn't, she had to be strong, for her team and for Will. "We need to get him to the infirmary though, right away." The sasquatch grunted again and leaned down picking up the limp form and cradling the young man in his arms. Helen stood with him and continued to squeeze the plastic that was keeping him alive. Together they moved down the hallways.

As soon as they reached the infirmary, Helen left Will in the hands of her good friend and proceeded to set up the equipment she would need. She replaced the hand device with a mechanical ventilator and began to look him over more thoroughly, hoping to discover what was happening. She had him completely stripped down and was running her latex clad fingers all over his pigment lacking skin to find anything. It was on her third or fourth pass that she noticed the small pinprick in his right forearm. "What have we here?" Pulling over a light to get a better look she pressed her thumb against it. This was most certainly what she had been looking for. "Would you call Kate and have her look in my lab for any needles?" Her old friend grunted in response and shuffled out of the room. "Make sure she's thorough, I want to know what he was injected with."

She switched to his other arm and brought her own needle to it; she drew a vial of blood before she started an IV in the back of his hand. She also placed monitors on his chest and his finger and checked the readings before she moved to take his temperature. She looked at the machine in her hand and did a double take, "What?" Pressing it again to his forehead and rolling it over the skin, leaving it for a second against his temple before once again looking at the result. That was odd; his temperature was degrees lower than it should have been. She set the machine aside and lifted her hand to his face—the machine didn't lie. "What the hell?" She stared down at him a bit longer, fingering his cheek before grabbing the vial on the metal table next to him. She started to move away but went back to his side and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek before moving off.

She flipped on the monitor on the desk where she sat and turned it onto the correct feed so she could watch his still form. Word would spread quickly enough that he was there and she had no doubt her team would make their way down to see him. She set as many tests as she felt comfortable with to run and sure enough, when she glanced back at the monitor Kate was sitting on the edge of his bed talking to him quietly. "You do know that this doesn't get you out of buying me a wedding gift. Just because you're laid up, unconscious and unresponsive does not mean you can 'a' skip out on the ceremony and 'b' skip out on buying me a present." She sighed and waited a bit for a response, when she got none she barreled on and grasped his hand tightly in hers. "You're supposed to walk me down the aisle, dude; you can't just leave me high and dry like this. Biggie's way too hairy he'll get me all dirty and Hank, well he's Hank."

Helen's heart broke at the sight of them. She could never give that to Will. Not only could she never give him the normalcy that he obviously so desired, but she could never give him a family, not the kind he would want. Most importantly, she could never give him the comfort that he needed. She had been selfish to suggest he should break ties with Abby, she was good for him; she could give him the things that she herself couldn't. Abby was exactly what he wanted and exactly what he needed. Helen drew in a deep breath; she should never have presumed her needs over his. It was so uncharacteristic of her.

Looking away from her two employees she looked at the tests she had run. The results were slowly coming in, one by one. She scanned each of them multiple times and found very few deviations and nothing that was overly concerning. Her head suddenly whirled when she heard Kate scream her name. The body on the bed was convulsing again and the young woman was trying her best to keep him on the bed and from rolling off it. She saw that he'd pulled the IV from his hand as she turned to leave the room and race to her colleagues.

The medicine was placed directly in his vein and slowly Will's body began to return to its new state of normalcy: catatonic. Helen quickly started a new IV, higher up on his forearm and pressed her hand to his cheek again. If it was at all possible, he was even colder than before. "Kate, can you get some more blankets."

The young woman nodded and did as she was told. They laid the thin blankets over his prone form and Magnus stared at his face. She let nothing slip past her face when the woman asked her, "What's wrong with him, Doc?"

"I don't know Kate." Magnus turned and began to clean up, "Did you find anything?" It was a typical change of topic and didn't alarm Kate to anything out of the ordinary coming from her boss.

"No, your lab was completely clean. No syringes and no evidence of anything at all, no foul play nothing."

"Check again."

"Doc, I didn't find anything."

"Check. Again." It was something that was not up for debate and it took a moment for the Indian to figure that out.

"Alright." She left the room at a slow pace and only glanced back once when she was at the door. She saw her boss lean over Will with lips pressed to his. She smiled softly and left them alone.

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