She ran down the steps and onto the lower level, her heels clicked loudly and slowed her down. She didn't know this building well enough to know where she could find an epi-pen without going to the infirmary or her room, and the infirmary was closer. She hit the stairs and full blast and ran straight into the head of house. "I need a bed to be ready and some assistance." She flung off her heels and left them by the door and continued down the stairwell as fast as she could run.

"Magnus what happened?"

"Allergic reaction." She called over her shoulder before she disappeared.

Rummaging through the drawers she finally found what she was looking for and made her way back up to the parapet where she had left Will with the rain pouring down on top of him. She glanced at her watch as she pushed open the last door: six minutes. It had taken her six minutes to find the medication and get back to him, she was cutting it close.

Helen kneeled down next to her and pressed her cheek close to his lips waiting for a breath of air. She felt none. His lips were a dark blue and his face pale. "Come on, Will, you can't do this." The cap to the pen flung off and landed somewhere where she didn't care and she stabbed it into his leg letting the medicine escape into his body. Again she rested her cheek close to his lips and let her hand fall to his wrist feeling for a pulse.

It was almost sudden and simultaneously that she felt the breath on her skin and the beat with her fingers. Neither was strong at first, but his pulse grew rapidly and began to beat strong against her fingers. Helen reached up and cupped his cheek finally letting herself have a moment. She trailed fingers down his neck and chest looking at the hives that had popped out. When he was fully alert these would not be pleasant. She pressed her lips to his slowly and pulled back when she heard the feet pounding against the stairs ready to assist her.

They strapped him onto the back board and Helen watched as they took him away giving a last order to have an IV put him in case anything else happened. Will was slowly starting to come around, but she had to clean up their mess first and change into clean clothes before she go tend to him. He would be fine for now. She cleaned up their dinner and set everything on the portable tray that had been used to bring everything up. She cleaned up the broken CD player and also set it on the tray. Taking the jacket she held it close to her chest and moved back into the building. She was finally drenched all the way through and shivered when she reached their room.

The hot water was soothing as it fell over her body, but it was unable to get to the bone chill that taken up residence in the pit of her stomach. She didn't linger too long and wrapped herself in a large cotton towel as soon as she stepped out into the bathroom. She took a deep breath and dried her body in a ritual that she paid little attention to. Her mind was elsewhere, on the man down in the infirmary. He would be fully away by now and probably itching like mad. That made her smile; he was probably driving the medical staff up a wall already with his antics. She pulled on fresh clothing and moved to dry her hair when she heard the soft knock on the door.

It was one of the nurses that they employed, "Sorry to disturb you Dr Magnus, but I thought you would like you know Mr. Zimmerman is not doing well. He is still having problems breathing and has started to vomit profusely."

"Thank you, I'll be down in a minute." The young man left her alone and she flipped her hair in a loose bun at the base of her neck. It would dry with time. Slipping into the heels that had magically appeared inside her doorway from previously in the night she made her way down to the infirmary to see Will hunched on his side facing away from her and a small pan in front of him. She brushed her fingers over his hair to alert him to her presence. He turned to face her and she smiled gingerly at him, "Hey."

He nodded, afraid to speak that something else might come out of his mouth, however, he was fairly sure there was nothing left in his stomach to come up, but one never knew.

"How are you doing?"

Will's face turned into her hand when she cupped his cheek feeling his clammy skin and rising temperature. "Chest hurts," he ground it out slowly.

"Vomiting's probably not helping that any is it?"

He shook his head slowly, not wanting to jar anything to make his body react in a way he really didn't want it to. She stroked a hand down his neck and arm, twining their fingers together. He didn't notice her reach other and grasp something from the table next to his bed, but he did notice when his head started to swim and he felt dizzy while he was absolutely certain he was lying completely still. "Helen?"

"It's alright, I've got you." She turned his body so he was lying on his back and pressed the covers up to his chin. "Just rest for now." He was pretty sure she pressed lips to his forehead, but he couldn't be certain. Helen kept her hand in place with his, trailing her thumb over his wrist to feel his heartbeat slow. It had become far too rapid for her liking. She grasped a small jar of a thick cream that was also on the tray she had reached for earlier. She slathered on the cream, covering his chest and neck and his arms where she found more hives had popped up. He was almost completely covered in them. She sighed and continued to soothe the angry skin. "Will, you do seem to get yourself into all sorts of trouble." She chuckled at that before standing to go and grab some paperwork.

It was a few hours later when Will finally emerged back into the land of the living. He was groggy and itchy. Those were the first things he noticed. Secondly was that he was cold, very cold. He pulled the blanket up to his chin and burrowed further down into the rather uncomfortable bed he was in. That was odd. He felt the hand on his cheek and he leaned into it. He could smell her first. "Open your eyes, Will."

He didn't really want to comply, but her voice was comforting and soft and it would be nice to see her. It took him a few tries to finally make her out, but he did. "Hello there," her voice was still soft, still soothing. "How are you feeling?"

"Chest hurts."

"Yeah, I thought it might still be hurting." She ran fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. "Want something for it?" He shook his head violently and that made her smile. "I didn't think so on that one either."

His hand flung up to scratch at his neck, but she caught it easily enough and wrapped their fingers together. "I itch. All over." He whined.

"I know, it can't be helped. I'll put more salve on soon though." She kisses his lips, lingering as long as she felt comfortable in such a public room. "You gave me a bit of a scare there."

"Ah," he looked at her eyes, deciphering. "So, um…what happened?"

"You are apparently allergic to a spice I fed you."

"Oh."

She kissed him again, "We'll leave tomorrow; you should be feeling a bit better by then. Everything's been arranged."

"Private jet?" She nodded. "You flying it?" She shook her head. "Good, I might survive getting home then."

"William." She scoffed.

"Well no offense, but I didn't have bad luck until I met you and since then I've had just about as much bad luck as one can have."

She rolled her eyes lightly, "You will sleep on the plane ride home. There's a private cabin on the plane that you can sleep in. A full size bed even."

"Oh? And why haven't you shown me this full size bed before?"

She giggled, "I see you're feeling better. I'll leave you to it then." She stood and made her way out of the room, ignoring his comments that he called after her.