Cam has gone on a quest for towels and clothes in the bathroom and the kitchen. He comes back with a big collection and prepares a stopgap bandaging. Sonny is completely passive. He can't feel anything else than pain and the fever. Cam shoves a tablet in his mouth "It's paracetamol. Not very strong but it will help lower the temperature a little. Sonny..." He gives him a few light slaps. "Where is Will ?" Sonny mouthes a word "...search..." then after a moment another "...help..." Cam sigh " Good idea. That psycho took my cell. I've barricaded the window I came through. I'll check if every possible entrance is blocked out. Hang on, Sonny!"

Sonny's eye is probed open. By a gloved hand, a doctor he guesses, but it's not Cam. A voice asks "Sir, do you hear me ?" He nods, which makes his head hurt horribly. The medication's effect is fading. He's given another one. Then, he's pricked. Hands grab him and place him on a narrow cloth. A high-pitched sound takes him out of his semi-comatose state. A siren. Which one ? The EMS ? But they are already there, so why not turn it down ? Or maybe it's the police ? In that case... "Will, Will..." He raises his hand but it falls back. He can feel himself sinking. But he's frightened, he needs to know.

With the new medication kicking in, he's boosted enough to speak louder and longer "Tell me where is... Will ?" He half-opens his eyes, sees paramedics transporting him and grips the nearest one's sleeve. "Will ?" The man does not answer and begins thrusting him through the ambulance's door. A hand, that was applied on his forehead and that he hadn't been aware of, is taken away and a voice whispers " I'm here, Sonny. Can you hear me ?" The hand comes back to press his and his whole body collapses.

The ambulance is speeding its way through the night. Sonny feels Will's hand knitted in his own. The paramedics are discussing something but not with Will who only talks to Sonny. He focuses on the words but only gets bits and pieces :

"... You looked so handsome, it was breath-taking. I couldn't speak anymore and I thought 'He'll think I'm a moron.' I was floored when you ask me to come with you to your club. That's why I came. I wanted to reach the top and impress you..."

"... and you were so kind and I was thinking "I don't stand a chance. This guy is light-years ahead of me'..."

"... I was horribly depressed and feeling asocial and you were angry because I didn't come, and then, you forgave me and that's when I began healing..."

"... it took me two days to gather the courage to ask you on this trip. When you said Yes, I wanted to shout with joy and jump..."

"... and I want to live what I've dreamed about with you. I want to make love to you, I want to see you wake up every morning. I want you to be fine, Sonny, I need you!"

Will is crying now, his chest heavy with sobs. Sonny can't even stretch a finger and feels powerless. He's declining. He doesn't hear the monitor howl nor Will wail. A little bit later, an intense shock quavers through his body and a pragmatic little voice is saying in his head "Must be the defibrillator, time to hang on. Will is out there. He awaits me..."