A/N: I GOT SO MANY REVIEWS! OMG *Falls on the floor* ... I think I just tripped over the cat...
It was around 2:00 in the morning when they finished fixing Will up. It had been a long night. Halt told Gilan to put the medical supplies away while he put Will back to bed. Gilan nodded and silently began to clean up the supplies. He gently picked Will up and brought him back to his room and laid him down on the bed. He pulled the covers up and made sure he was laying in a way that wouldn't hurt any of his wounds. He glided to the door, shut it, and locked it.
In the morning...
Slowly the fog of sleep drifted away and Will came closer and closer to consciousness. He groaned as he felt a dull throb pulsing through his leg. He wished his leg would just heal already so he could figure everything out! This was so frustrating! Wait... something felt different in the room... He opened his eyes and sat up, immediately noticing that the door was open. Hey... He could just walk right out! He felt a wave of excitement wash over him.
He carefully pushed the covers off and started to move towards the door, listening intently. He didn't hear anything out in the living room. His leg sent waves of pain through him as he walked, but he went slow and was careful not to tear his stitches (again). It was dark in the hallway and he stayed near the walls, trying to blend in more (A/N- haha, Will's gonna be the wall). He had just barely gotten into the living room when he heard something clatter behind him. He flinched violently and immediately turned around to see what was behind him.
"Good morning Will." Halt said.
Halt, Gilan, and Crowley were sitting at the table, each with a mug of coffee and a plate full of breakfast. He silently berated himself for thinking he could just 'walk right out'. That was a stupid thing to do. His eyes darted to the door, to them, and back to the door. Maybe he could make it to the door...
"Don't even think about it and come sit down."
"Why should I?"
Halt glared at him and pulled out a chair.
"Just sit down."
He glanced around the room, only just noticing the smell of bacon and eggs (and of course, coffee). Sighing, he slowly walked over to the table and sat down. Gilan slid a plate of food over to him and his mouth watered. He hadn't eaten for like a week... He reached for it then hesitated...
FLASHBACK TIME...!
He'd been stuck here for a week without anything happening. They had captured him and literally dumped him in this cell. No one ever showed up except for the people who brought him food. He never ate the food though, he could tell it was poisoned. But he was getting so hungry! No, he told himself. You shouldn't eat that. It'll hurt you. But no matter what he did, the hunger ate at him until his insides actually hurt. One part of his mind said, "Don't do it." And the other said, "It can't be that bad. You should eat it."
He had held out for a full week, but then he just couldn't stand it anymore! He stopped pacing and walked over to the food that had been sitting there since this morning. He sat down and started eating. He ate a small bite and waited a minute. Nothing really happened and he couldn't wait any longer, so he ate the rest of the food. Within minutes he had finished the whole plate. He sat back against the wall and sighed contentedly. It felt so good to be full.
After about five minutes the poison began to take effect. It was the worst thing he had ever experienced. His stomach hurt so bad and there was nothing he could do. He fell on his side, clutching his ribs. The fire that had started in his stomach spread throughout the rest of his body and the farther it spread the louder his screams became. He could hear them echoing off the walls. He never should have eaten that food. No matter how hungry he had been, nothing could compare to this. Vaguely, he heard the door open and close. The footsteps came closer and stopped right in front of him. He could only see the person's feet.
"What do you want?" He groaned, barely able to form words without causing more pain to come.
"To break you."
END FLASHBACK!
He shivered, pushing the memory from his mind. His appetite was long gone.
"...Will?" Crowley asked.
He jumped, forgetting they were there.
"Huh? What?"
"Are you okay?"
"...Of course I am. Why do you ask?"
"You just won the prize for asking the dumbest question I've ever heard anybody ask." Gilan said, shooting him a glare.
"What? Seriously, what are you guys talking about?" He asked, resisting the urge leave the room.
"Is there anything you'd like to tell us?"
"Nope."
"Ugh, why?"
"Cause I don't feel like it."
This was going too far. He didn't like where this conversation was heading...
Halt glanced at his plate. It was untouched.
"Will you please eat something? You're going to starve to death!"
He shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry anymore."
"Where you even hungry in the first place?"
"I was, but you scared it away with that glare of yours." Will said, with a completely straight face.
Gilan started laughing and Halt glared at him, so he tried to cover it up with a cough.
"I'm serious, Will. You're not leaving this table until you eat at least half of that."
"Says who?"
"I do. Besides, we have a few things to talk about."
"Such as?"
"You. Who took you?"
Will remained completely silent. If this goes any further, I'm leaving. He thought.
"Please talk to us, Will. We just want to help." Gilan pleaded.
He really wished Will would let them help him. He knew they probably couldn't fix everything, but they could still help with a few things. He still stayed silent, ironically, just as he was trained to do. He slowly started eating his breakfast, trying to tune them out.
"So, who's this Tyler person I've been hearing about?" Halt asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew.
Will, who was in mid bite when he said that, choked on his food.
"...What did you say?" Will asked when he had stopped choking.
"Who is Tyler?"
Will shuddered as images of Tyler flooded his mind.
"What's wrong, Will?" Crowley asked, seeing him shudder and get really pale.
It was almost like he froze...
"Will...?" Gilan asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
When Gilan touched his shoulder he flinched, jumped out of the chair, and ran to Halt's room, locking the door behind him.
"Will! Come back here!" Halt said, following him to his room. Gilan and Crowley came too.
He knocked on the door and said, "Will? Please open the door! Will come on, open the door."
They waited a moment, but everything was completely quiet.
"Will, if you don't open this door I'm gonna open it for you!" Gilan threatened, already reaching for his lock pick.
He sighed and picked the lock, opening the door. Will was sitting in the corner, his head in his hands.
"Will?" Halt asked, slowly approaching him.
"Leave me alone." He whispered.
They sat down beside him, but he didn't move an inch.
"Will. We can help you, but only if you tell us who did this. Please tell us." Halt said.
Will shook his head and said, "I c-can't."
"No. You can but you won't."
Will raised his head and glared at him. He abruptly stood up and started pacing. He stopped and looked at them.
"It's not like you would understand." He said coldly.
They looked at each other, not knowing the true meaning behind his words. They would need to understand soon, though, for Will's sake.
A/N: Ugh! I know I suck at endings... but at least I updated! But I still feel bad for the cat...