Author's Note: Third chapter then. I'd forgotten I'd posted the second one! To be fair, in the last 72 hours I've had about 10 hours sleep. I've put it down to exam stress and nothing the odd half sleeping pill won't sort out. Anyway, despite my zombie-fied state, I'm giving this to you. Please review, it would make my sleep-deprived brain very happy. Thank you! I'm going to settle down to the Sanctuary Season 3.5 UK Premiere tonight and then sleep till noon tomorrow :)

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John versus Jack

Chapter 3 –

Will was sat at Magnus' bedside. He hadn't moved for almost an hour. That was how long it had been since The Big Guy had taken Magnus into the OR and after declaring that the knife had punctured no organs, had stitched the wounds. He suspected from the bruising on her head that she had a concussion but would not be able to officially diagnose it until she woke up. So here she was, stitched, bandaged and sedated. Well, not so much sedated anymore. The Big Guy had sedated her while he'd tended to the wounds to make sure she didn't wake up but had reassured Will that she should wake up soon.

When the Big Guy had wheeled Magnus out of the OR, he'd found Will leaning against the wall, still wearing his blood stained t-shirt. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot but the Big Guy didn't comment. He pushed the headboard up against the wall and paused for a moment, just looking at her pale face. She'd lost a lot of blood but it looked like she was now out of the woods. It looked like everything would be okay. He leaned over to brush some hair away from her face and then left, offering his reassurances to Will.

And now Will was sat by the bed, watching the rise and fall of her chest. It had only been a couple of hours since he'd seen Magnus. Seen her alright, that is. She'd been sitting at her desk and he'd dashed in to drop her a report before starting the morning feedings. John had been around the Sanctuary but he hadn't been in her office when Will had dropped his paperwork in. He was having trouble comprehending how this had happened in such a short period of time. Magnus had been fine, been her usual self and now she was lying in a hospital bed with a concussion and two stab wounds. She'd nearly died from blood loss for God's sake.

Will scrubbed his hands down his face. He felt he should go and change out of this shirt. In fact he felt he needed to burn the damn thing and then take an hour long shower. He felt that even that wouldn't get rid of the ill feeling in his stomach. But he couldn't. He wouldn't leave Magnus. He wouldn't leave her on her own. Not now. Not now while she was vulnerable.

"Will?"

Will looked up to see Henry standing in the doorway. "Hey, Henry."

"How's she doing?" Henry rounded the bed to sit down on the other side, across from Will. "Is she gonna be okay?"

Will nodded, resting his elbows on the edge of the mattress, his chin in his hands. "The Big Guy stitched her up and he thinks she has a concussion."

"What the hell happened?" Henry asked. "Druitt was all sunshine and daisies yesterday. And today, he's what, trying to kill Magnus?"

"That's about the size of it." Will nodded. "Did you and Kate sort him out?"

"Yeah. He's handcuffed in a cell and Kate's keeping an eye on him."

Will nodded.

"She's gonna wake up, right?" Henry asked, his voice small.

"Yeah, the Big Guy says soon." Will kneaded the heel of his hands into his eye sockets. It was barely midday and he was already exhausted.

He had let his eyes drift shut for a second when he heard a murmur from the bed. His lids snapped open and he stood up, leaning over the bed. "Magnus?"

Henry was on his feet to, leaning on the mattress as he watched Magnus carefully. "Doc?"

Magnus' face had contorted, her jaw clenched and her eyes screwed up in pain. Her breath came out as a hiss between her teeth. She didn't open her eyes. "What happened?" Despite having been unconscious for several hours, she sounded exhausted.

"You're in the infirmary," Will began. He didn't know what to tell her. He didn't know what to say. "What do you remember?"

Magnus relaxed slightly. Henry reached out tentatively and held her hand.

"Working... in my office..." she took a deep breath and winced. "Will, you came in... with your report..." she swallowed.

"Anything after that?" Will wasn't sure if he wanted her to remember or not. He exchanged a worried glance with Henry.

"John... was there... John was there?" This time it came out as a question. Then everything seemed to sink in. Her eyes flew open and they flicked around the room. "Where is he?"

"Max security." Henry informed her, glancing between her and Will.

Magnus blinked and began pushing herself up. "I need to see him."

Will and Henry exchanged wary looks. Will stepped up, putting a hand out to stop her. "Magnus, you got stabbed!"

"I'm well aware of that Will." Magnus glared at him. "Help me up, please."

Will really didn't want to but he knew that if he didn't help her, she'd just struggle to do it herself and probably injure herself further. So he leant forward, took a gentle hold on her arms and pulled her upright. The Big Guy had removed her bloodied clothes while she was unconscious and dressed her in a hospital gown so neither Will nor Henry could see the extent of the damage but as Will got her on her feet, Magnus winced and exhaled slowly through her gritted teeth. Henry, on the other side of the bed winced in sympathy.

"Magnus, seriously, you can't go down there. The guy tried to kill you. You really need to lie down." Will insisted.

Magnus shook her head. "One trip in the elevator won't kill me. I'll be fine."

"Fine," Will conceded. "But I'm taking you down in the wheelchair."

"Will, really..." Magnus tried to discourage him but he interrupted her.

"It's that or I'm getting Biggie to handcuff you to the bed." Will smiled a little

Magnus just scowled. "Fine."

Henry pushed the wheelchair up, glancing at Magnus slightly apprehensively. Magnus looked up at him and her expression softened slightly. "Thank you, Henry." While she felt the wheelchair was unnecessarily, she was polite almost to a fault and Henry had gotten it for her. And she could see the fear and concern in his eyes.

"No problem, Doc." Henry attempted a small smile.

Will held Magnus' shoulders firmly as he manoeuvred her into the wheelchair. Her breathing was laboured and her muscles were tensed but she was doing her best to brush it off, brush off Will's help. Henry watched, ready to assist should he be needed but knowing that Magnus hated to be hovered over. He figured Will was doing enough for both of them at the moment.

When Magnus was seated in the wheelchair, Will turned to Henry. "Henry, would you let Kate know we're on our way down? We'll be a little slower." He said, indicating the wheel chair.

Henry looked down at Magnus, reluctant to leave.

She pulled out a little smile. "I'm okay, Henry."

Henry couldn't help but smile. He nodded and dashed from the room.

Careful not to jostle her, Will manoeuvred the wheelchair towards the door. They left the room and stopped at the elevator. Magnus was quiet, clearly contemplating what had happened and what was about to happen so Will didn't try and make conversation. But it didn't stop him from worrying. He really didn't know what he was doing; he was allowing Magnus to see the man that had just attempted to kill her. He sighed as the elevator arrived and pushed Magnus inside.