As Will opened his eyes completely and looked around the room he saw Jack. "Jack?," he asked groggily. "Hello Will. I-I'm sorry," Jack stammered. "You've nothing to be sorry for Jack," Will said weakly. "But I do. It's my fault your injured. I pulled the trigger Will, I was the one who shot you," he said depressively. "I know Jack," Will whispered as his strength declined. "I know Jack but if you hadn't of shot him, Barbossa would have killed me ," Will said even weaker than before. "AH!," Will screamed out painfully as he tried to sit up. "Just rest Will, you no wear's near well enough to be out of bed nor up in bed either," Jack gently scolded him.

"How's is he doing?," Elizabeth asked as she came back into the room with the ice and the doctor. "He tried to it up while you were gone, I had to push him back down," Jack told her. "Thank you Jack," Elizabeth told him. Elizabeth gently laid a clean cloth over Will's wound and sat the ice on top. Will winced but the pain but welcomed the numbness that the ice brought to his wound. "That should help some Will," Elizabeth comforted him. "How is your hand Will?," she asked knowing that the wound would not heal as fast as hers or Jack's did because of his fever. "Will, you must remain in bed for one week, only getting up with the assistants of others to use the restroom," the doctor ordered. Will only rolled his eyes. The doctor pulled Elizabeth and Will off to the side and spoke with them privately.

"I will return shortly after the ice had some time to take affect. The wound is infected and I must close it and replace the drain for it to heal properly. I don't want to tell Will until I absolutely have to. And when I return, I will also stitch up his hand," the doctor whispered to Jack and Elizabeth. Jack and Elizabeth eyed each other and the doctor with worrisome eyes. "Do not worry to much. Though the bones are shattered, when given time they will heal. But what worries me the most is the growing infection and another rising fever. So, keep and eye on him, and come and get me immediately if anything changes," the doctor told them before he left.

"Jack, you should get some rest, you look exhausted,' Elizabeth said to him. "I am going lass. But I am coming back to see you in the mourning Will," Jack promised before he left and went to bed. "Will, how do you feel," Elizabeth asked as she wiped Will's forehead wit ha damp cloth. "My shoulder hurts, but it feels ... better," Will said before he fell back to sleep, but he soon woke again. Elizabeth was gladdened by what Will told her. Obviously the ice was starting to take affect and she should go and get the doctor. "You should rest, you need all of the strength that you can get," Elizabeth encouraged him. Will nodded in agreement and willed himself back to sleep.

Elizabeth quietly left the room and got the doctor. "You will have to hold his arms down, so that he doesn't move to much while Replace the drainage tube," the doctor said grimly. Elizabeth firmly held Will's arms down as the doctor removed the old tube and replaced it wit ha new and smaller one. Will strongly protested against what the doctor did but Elizabeth held strong until it was over. The doctor quickly closed up the wound around the tube, bandaged it again, then he rebound Will's arm to his side. "Now for his hand. This won't be as difficult," he reassured her. The doctor gently took Will's hand in his own and began to stitch it closed. Will grimaced in pain but wasn't as resentful as before. The doctor finished up and loosely bandaged his hand and continued a bit down his wrist for support. Because what the doctor found as he was stitching is that the blade pierced one of his bones in his hand and shattered it.

"He will rest for a while. And make sure that he does not put any wait what-so-ever on his shoulder or hand, for it will damage what repair we have done," the doctor warned before he left the room. Elizabeth stayed and watched over Will for the rest of the night, not sleeping a wink. Through the night Will's new fever slowly worsened and he slipped into unconsciousness. Elizabeth quickly jumped up and ran for the doctor. She banged on the door and called for the doctor. "What, what is it?," the doctor asked sleepily as he came to the door. Elizabeth did feel bad for waking the man but it was a dire emergency. 'It's Will. His fever is rising and he's unconscious," Elizabeth explained to him as she choked back the tears that were gathering in her eyes. The doctor immediately grabbed his bag of medical supplies and ran back to Will's room with Elizabeth. When they entered the room, Elizabeth found Will in a worst state then she had left him in.

The doctor mixed some kind of plant into a cup of water and told Elizabeth to help Will drink it. She did as she was told and did it quickly. "Will that help him?," she asked nervously. "It should. It will help bring his fever down and bring him back to consciousness," the doctor reassured him.