A/N: I'm so sorry, guys! Midterms were boring as hell and I had a whole bunch of other crap I was busy doing. At least I got good grades on my midterms, though! But the only thing I learned from taking them is that I suck at math... like seriously...

Malcolm stayed by Will's side all night, trying to get his fever to break. Sadly, he was unsuccessful at doing so. By the time everyone else (except Will) woke up, he had fallen asleep in the chair beside Will's bed. Halt discreetly snuck in to check on Will, only to find a sleeping Malcolm. He smiled at the sight and checked Will's fever. It was still pretty high, but better than last night. He wet the wash cloth and laid it on his forehead before very quietly creeping out of the room and going to the kitchen to make breakfast and coffee. After several minutes, Gilan woke up with a groan.

Halt gave a small smile and said, "Good morning, Gilan."

Gilan said something incoherent in response and he chucked. Gilan got up a while later, as did Crowley and they had breakfast together. Halt saved some for Malcolm, deciding to let the healer get some sleep while he had the chance. Will was still out cold, but he saved some for him too.

"How's Will?" Gilan asked around a mouthful of bacon and eggs.

"Asleep." Halt replied.

Gilan scowled at him and said, "I was referring to his fever."

"It's lower than last night, but still higher than it should be."

Gilan nodded and continued to eat his food, unable to think of anything else to say. After a while, Malcolm came out and ate some breakfast.

"How is he?" Crowley asked when he sat down.

The healer thought about it for a few moments before answering.

"His fever is lower, but not by much. If we're lucky, it'll break today, but I can't promise anything. When was the last time he ate something?"

"Ummm... I think it was the day before he left, but he didn't eat much at all, only a few bites."

"You need to make sure he eats. He's severely malnourished. He'll have to stay in bed for at least a couple weeks, I don't want to chance him tearing his stitches."

They all nodded.

"But there's an issue... ummm... well... when you found him... what was in the room with him?"

They looked at each other, confused as to why he would ask about where they found him.

"Tyler and a bunch of torture weapons, why?"

"Was there anything to inject liquids with... like a syringe...?"

Halt thought about it.

"...Yes, there was a whole table full of them." He was starting to see what Malcolm was getting at and he hoped they were wrong.

Malcolm looked really worried now.

"What did they look like?"

"There were a whole bunch of different colored ones. Now will you please tell me what you're going on about?" Gilan said, starting to get annoyed with all the questions.

The healer was about to elaborate when there was a pained cry from Halt's bedroom. They all shot up from their chairs and ran to the room. Will was standing beside the bed with a very confused look on his face. When they came into the room he jumped and immediately started backing away from them, quietly muttering nonsense to himself.

Nonononononono... why won't Tyler just leave me alone? What did I ever do to deserve this? Will thought as his eyes desperately searched for an escape route.

"Will, you need to lay back down. You shouldn't even be up yet." Halt said calmly.

Will hurriedly shook his head and swayed slightly as it made him dizzy. He kept backing away from them, seeming to forget that there was a wall behind him. He flinched and yelped when he felt his back hit something hard behind him, only to realize that it was the wall. He was cornered.

"No... no! Leave me alone!" He cried as they slowly edged closer.

Tears filled his eyes and ran down his cheeks as he slid down the wall and hid his face in his hands, not wanting to see them get any closer. This wasn't real. He knew it wasn't. Tyler... he must've given him something, this wasn't real! He felt nauseous knowing that this was just another illusion. He pulled his legs up to his chest and hugged them tightly. The poison that was still rushing through his veins burned worse than anything he had ever felt. It wouldn't stop. He really wanted it to stop. It hurt so bad. Why couldn't this all just be over? He really wanted to see his friends again, but in reality he was probably still with Tyler... tied to a table... being tortured.

"Will, don't cry. What's wrong?" A voice right by him said.

He flinched, he hadn't heard them get so close. He didn't like it. He just wanted to go be with his real friends! Was that really a lot to ask? He felt a hand on his shoulder and cried harder.

"Leave me alone... you're not even real..." He whined, swatting the hand away and wincing when he noticed his wrist was broken. It hurt. A lot.

"What are you talking about? Of course we're real."

"No... you're not." He said, still refusing to look at them.

"Look at me, Will." The voice said, gently pulling at his arm.

He shook his head again, he didn't want to look at them. They weren't even real. There was no point.

BANG!

He jumped and looked up when he heard a loud noise from across the room. He saw Malcolm with a syringe in his hand. Then Malcolm was gone and Tyler appeared, syringe in hand as usual. He was going to give him more poison. No, he would rather die than have more poison in his system. He jumped up and bolted for the door, almost there when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist and start dragging him back into the room.

"NOOO! LEAVE M-ME ALONE!" He screamed, thrashing to try and get free, but to no avail.

He felt the person tighten their grip on him right before he felt himself being pushed onto a bed and pinned there. He tried to kick, but he couldn't move his legs because the person had their full weight pressing down on him, which made it practically impossible to move. His broken ribs flared with pain at having so much weight on them. He whimpered and shut his eyes tight, scared that if he looked up he would see Tyler.

"Will, calm down. Look at me." Someone ordered.

He shut his eyes even tighter and turned his head away from them. More tears raced down his cheeks and he couldn't seem to calm down. He heard someone say a couple things, but he wasn't listening, currently too busy having flashbacks. Someone tried to talk to him several times, but he ignored them and kept trying wriggle his way out of their grip. After a few tense minutes, someone sighed heavily and a moment later he felt a sharp prick in his neck. His eyes snapped open, but as luck might have it, exhaustion chose that moment to hit him like a bus. His eyes slowly drifted shut once more and he fell asleep.

That's when Horace walked in.

A/N: Hahaha, I left you guys on a HUUUGGGEEE cliffhanger! Ooohhh, before I forget! Chanelx is my new muse for this story (she helps me with ideas and gives suggestions as to what I should do next) So, she has credit for the next few chapters! They were very helpful with ideas and if it wasn't for them, I probably wouldn't have been able to update yet! Yay! Oh, by the way, you should totally review... I almost have 100 and *whispers* when we get to 100 reviews I am having a really awesome imaginary party... there'll be pizza... and donuts... and a whole bunch of other foods that taste amazing but will make ya chubby. Lol, REVIEW! :D