A/N: Hello! Plz don't kill me... I was busy with school. By the way, I have midterms next week. So the updates might slow down for a few days, I just wanted to tell you guys. Midterms are horrible... I hate them. Maybe I'll skip school on the testing days...

Will lay on the bed, sleeping peacefully while Malcolm tended to his wounds. Halt sat on the other side of the bed, dabbing Will's face with a wash cloth to try and get his fever down. Malcolm wrapped his wrist and put it in a sling. He wrapped his ribs too, as there wasn't much else he could do for them besides that. He then started working on treating the burns. He grabbed another wash cloth and got it wet, then he cleaned out the burns. He had to be very careful so he wouldn't do any further damage. There weren't that many, only four. The largest one was about big as the bottom of a cup, the others slightly smaller. But they were all very bad. He would need to watch them carefully during the healing process. He had already cleaned most of the cuts, but there were a few left. Will's wrists and ankles were raw, so he cleaned them and wrapped them with gauze to keep them clean. It was so hard not to stare at the hundreds of scars that marred his body. He wondered how he had gotten them all. He knew Will had disappeared for nine months, but no one had any details on what happened. He didn't think anyone else knew he was back either...

"Do you think he'll be alright?" Gilan asked quietly.

"I can't tell for sure. It mostly depends on if his fever goes down, but we'll also have to make sure none of the wounds get infected."

"Do you need any help?"

"No, we've got it. You can go get some rest."

"No, it's okay. I'm not tired."

Halt looked up at him. He had dark circles under his eyes and it was very obvious that he was trying not to fall asleep. He couldn't blame him though, it was nearly 4 in the morning now and none of them had gotten any sleep last night because they were too busy trying to find Will. They've all been very stressed lately too, because they were worried about Will. He wouldn't be surprised if Gilan hadn't gotten much sleep for the last week.

"Hey, I know you want to help Will. But there's nothing you can do right now, Gilan. You won't be able to help him later if you collapse, so go get some sleep." Halt said gently.

Gilan looked sadly at Will for a long moment before sighing and reluctantly trudging to the couch to get some sleep. Crowley sat in a chair by the foot of the bed. He was really worried about Will and he had so many questions.

Why did he leave? How did Tyler get here? What happened while he was gone for nine months? How did he get captured? Was there anyone else who hurt him? Why, why, why...

Halt was wondering the same things. He was so deep in thought that he almost didn't hear Malcolm's voice.

"Are you ever going to tell me what happened?" He asked as he inserted an IV into Will's arm. (A/N: I don't know if they had IVs back then, but for now we'll just pretend they did...)

"I don't know much either, but I do know that he was tortured by Tyler. I'm not sure if anyone else was involved." Halt said.

"I thought you got him back, why was he with Tyler again?"

"He ran off and I guess he took him. How he took him, I don't know. I just know Will has a lot to explain when he wakes up."

"Didn't Tyler get banished?"

"Yes, I was there when King Duncan banished him. He must've snuck back into Araluen by ship. That would be easy for someone like him."

"I suppose so. Why did Will run off?"

"As I said, I don't know much. I have a lot of guesses, but nothing concrete."

"Is-"

Halt raised an eyebrow. "You're worse than Will. Quit asking so many questions."

They continued playfully arguing for a while. Gilan lied down on the couch and tried to sleep, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't. He was too worried about Will. What if he ran off again? And if he did, what if they didn't find him this time? He was relieved that they had found him, but it hurt him to see his friend so badly injured. He loved Will and was glad they finally had him back, but he felt like it wasn't him. The Will he used to know smiled all the time and joked around just like a normal person. This Will was depressed and he didn't speak unless spoken to. It was almost like he was the exact opposite of what he used to be. The worst part was there was nothing he could do about it. Even if there was, he didn't know what to do.

Will was like a completely different person and he didn't know how to approach him. Engaging in conversation was hard because if Will didn't feel like talking, he just didn't. Even if he did feel like talking, he never spoke much anymore. His answers were usually short and clipped, almost as if he were scared to talk. His worst fear was losing Will again. He had already lost him twice and that was two times too many. Gilan felt a little better now that Malcolm was here, though. He knew that he could help.

He lay there with his eyes closed for a while, thinking everything over. He was so deep in thought that he didn't hear Halt walk over, although it was very easy not to. He flinched when he felt something being laid on top of him. His eyes snapped open and he sat up, but a strong hand on his shoulder stopped him from standing.

"It's okay, it's just me. Go back to sleep." Halt said gently.

Gilan looked at him for a moment before laying back down and closing his eyes again. He pulled the blanket up to his chin to stay warm. Halt stayed there for a few minutes to make sure he was okay. He knew this must be especially hard on him. Will was his best friend and it must be hard to see him hurt like this, mainly because there was nothing he could do to help. He must've been so happy when they found him, only to have him disappear again a week later. It was hard on all of them, though. Nothing was easy anymore. The farther life took you, the harder it seemed to get. He watched him for a few more moments before quietly returning to his bedroom to sit with Will.

A/N: Sorry, not much happened in this chapter. That's why it's so short. Has anyone noticed that I always update at like two o'clock in the morning? I'm crazy... REVIEW! Please please please review! If I get reviews, I'll probably be more inclined to update again soon... *hint* *hint*