A/N: Hello everybody! Sorry I've been gone so long, but I got sucked into the Yuri on Ice fandom and well... life's been interesting. Midterms are tomorrow (EWWWW) as well, so yea...

Sorry, but it's like 11:00 at night and I have exams tomorrow, so I'm only responding to the reviewers who had questions... Again, I'm sorry! But I appreciate all of you, so don't be sad! :D

saveyour950- Don't worry! I'll try my best not to abandon Halt and Will's relationship! In fact, I put some Halt P.O.V in here just because of your review! Hope you are satisfied with it! :)

teaspoonbooks- I'm sorry, but I don't know any! I appreciate the review though! I hope you're enjoying the story so far!

llo- this is probably going to get serious at some point... I will definitely give MANY warnings beforehand though, so no one screams at me! It's happened before. I'm not kidding.

Lol, here's chapter five~

Will P.O.V

Oh man... I haven't been this comfortable in forever. It's so warm and cozy underneath all these blankets. And nothing hurts. I forgot what that felt like. Hell, I forgot what sleep felt like. I could sleep until I died, and I'd be content.

But sadly, life didn't work that way. I slowly began to wake up when the screams started. I opened my heavy eyes a bit and lazily glanced around the room. I was shocked to realize that- for the first time in a month- the screams weren't my own.

I wonder who that could be... but I'm too tired to do more than that.

I heard footsteps hastily making their way toward the terrified screams. Instinctively, I shrunk back from the sound, desperately hoping they weren't coming my way.

Luckily, they weren't.

"Gilan! Gilan, wake up. You're okay, c'mon, wake up!" A muffled voice in the next room said.

Wait... in the next room? And did he say Gilan? Where am I?

"W-where's Will? Is he okay?!" A hoarse, panicked voice cried.

My heart began to beat faster in my chest, and for one horrifying moment, I thought Gilan had been captured too.

But then I realized- if I was still with Ryan, I wouldn't be in this warm, comfortable, and (most importantly) clean bed. Not to mention, I would be in some serious pain, but I currently wasn't.

So if I wasn't with Ryan, where was I? The thought of being somewhere new, with people who might very well be worse than Ryan, terrified me. What if they want to hurt me too?

Of course they want to hurt you! What else would they do with a useless little freak like you? Ryan's voice teased.

I shuddered in horror and burrowed deeper into the blankets that surrounded me, wishing I could hide in them forever. Then, not even a minute later, the door was thrown open, and someone ran in with two others right behind him.

I jumped and released a yelp of alarm, feeling my hands begin to shake as anxiety rose in my chest.

He wants to hurt me. He's going to hurt me! I don't understand. What did I ever do wrong? Why does everyone want to hurt me?

"Gilan, get back over here! You're scaring him!" One of the others whisper-yelled, urgently beckoning for him to come back to them.

He didn't spare them a glance.

"Oh, thank goodness you're okay, Will! ...Well, as okay as you can be at the moment. But it doesn't matter! I'm so glad you're safe." He said sincerely, and I completely froze as he rushed over to the bed.

Oh no. Oh god, please no! Not again!

My heart was beating frantically in my chest, sounding to me like a stampede of scared elephants. I was shocked the room wasn't shaking with the force of it.

He leaned down, and I was sure he was going to hit me. Or stab me with a hidden knife. Or a syringe, with poison in it that would make me suffer for hours on end.

...But I was absolutely unprepared for him to hug me.

It shocked me so much that I didn't even flinch. I couldn't remember the last time I had been hugged. Or shown any form of affection, for that matter.

But the shock wore off after about a minute, and I instinctively struggled to get away from him. I wasn't used to people showing me affection anymore, and quite frankly, I didn't trust him.

I didn't trust any of them. I still wasn't sure if this was real or if I was dead or- My thoughts were lost when he let go of me, leaning back a bit and looking at me with a worried expression.

"Hey... It's me, Gilan. I'm not gonna hurt you." He said quietly.

I flinched back when he tried to touch my face. From what I can see, he looks like Gilan, but that doesn't necessarily mean he is Gilan. I just don't know anymore...

I glanced warily at the door, but the other two men weren't there anymore. My attention was pulled back to Gilan when he spoke.

He sighed and said, "You don't trust me anymore, do you? Probably not Halt or Malcolm either... But that's okay! You're safe now. We're not gonna let anyone hurt you again."

I'm safe? Like... seriously? Or is he messing with me?

"Are you hungry? What do you wanna eat, hmmm?" He smiled, fixing my blankets.

Eat? But... Ryan says dirty little whores don't deserve to eat. And I'm disgusting. I didn't stop him from doing those... things to me. He's right. I don't deserve to eat. None of them would be treating me this nicely if they knew about what Ryan did... They would call me a freak and kick me out.

"Will?"

I jumped, having forgotten he was there.

"I-I... uhh..." I mumbled, wincing as my throat flared with pain.

"Oh, sorry! I forgot about your throat... Does bacon and eggs sound good?"

My stomach rumbled like a rabid animal, but I don't deserve to eat. I'm awful... I just shook my head.

"What do you want, then?"

"N-no..." I said, my voice cracking.

The silence that hung over the room made me want to die.

"...Are you trying to say you don't want anything?" He frowned.

I nodded and stared down at my bed, waiting for him to get mad and hit me. Instead, he sighed and sat down on the bed, causing me to scramble to the other side in alarm.

My ribs sent spikes of pain throughout my body, making tears well up in my eyes, but I tried my best to ignore it. I was preparing myself to jump from the bed if he moved after me, but he stayed put. I didn't let my guard down though.

"Why don't you want to eat, Will? You're practically skin and bones... you need to eat something. You should be like... ravenous by now, so what's wrong?"

I just stared at the floor, trying to ignore how sincere he sounded. It was almost as if he actually cared. We sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke again.

"Will, I just want to help you... But I can't do that if you don't let me."

I looked directly into his bright blue eyes, trying to show him how broken I am, how far past help I've gone. Broken things get thrown away. That's what I deserve.

He's so full of life... so pure. He shouldn't be near something as disgusting as me... He looked away and stood up, heading for the door.

See? You're so gross he can't even look at you! Ryan's voice laughed.

"I'm gonna send Halt in here with some food... Please eat some, Will. I want you to feel better." He said sincerely, leaving the room.

I just sat there, unsure of what to do or who to trust.

I felt lost.

Halt P.O.V

Gilan and Will have been in there for almost 15 minutes, and from what I can hear, nothing much has happened. I'm just glad Will didn't have another panic attack. The completely terrified look he had on his face as he sat in the corner crying has never left my mind.

"Do you think I should go check on th-" Malcolm started.

"No. They're fine." I said firmly, taking a sip of my coffee.

He looked at me with a confused expression and I raised an eyebrow in question.

"How are you always so sure of everything?! Can you tell the future or something?"

"Don't ask dumb questions. There's only so much oxygen on the planet, and it need not be wasted on your dumb questions."

"No... there's endless oxygen because trees produce it."

"Just shut up."

We both looked up when Gilan walked out, a worried look on his face.

"How is he?"

"Did he say anything?"

"Guys... he doesn't want to eat. How could he not want to eat?! I'd be starving by now if I was him... I just don't get it." He mumbled, grabbing a plate and scooping some eggs and bacon onto it.

Malcolm and I shared a look. He was worried this would happen. From what he's seen, victims of rape are often too disgusted with themselves to eat after experiencing such a thing. They usually think they 'let it happen' and blame themselves for it, when in reality, they were not the ones at fault.

I was pulled from my thoughts when the plate of food Gilan had prepared and a glass of water was shoved into my hands.

"Here, you take these to him and talk to him. Maybe you can get through to him." He said despondently.

He was clearly disappointed in himself.

"Hey. Don't get discouraged. It's the first time you've talked to him, you can't expect him to be comfortable with you again yet. Not after everything he's been through. This'll take a while, but he'll get better. You just need to be patient." I said, giving him a rare smile and patting him on the shoulder before grabbing the food and approaching Will's room.

I walked in and my heart sunk a bit when Will jumped, moving back away from me on the bed.

"Hello, Will. I brought you some food. It'll be right here if you want any, alright?" I said, setting it down on the nightstand.

I held up the glass of water and asked, "Do you want some water?"

He hesitated, and it made me sad to see how untrusting he was now.

"There's nothing bad in here, if that's what you're thinking. Look, I'll even drink some." I said, taking a few sips of the water.

He watched with dull, almost lifeless eyes, his face an expressionless mask. He seemed to hesitate a bit more, then he nodded timidly and reached for it. I carefully handed it to him, making sure he wasn't going to drop it before letting go.

He watched me with wary eyes as he sipped at the water. He looked like hell. His eyes had prominent dark circles under them and I could tell he was trying not to cough while he drank. His whole body was tense, as if he were expecting to be attacked at any moment.

What concerned me the most was that he hadn't shown much interest at all in the food. He obviously hasn't been fed properly in the past month, so he should be starving.

He gave the water back to me, his hands shaking slightly. Then he just looked at the floor, ignoring me.

"Will... aren't you hungry?" I asked, picking up the plate of food and setting it down a few feet in front of him on the bed.

He shook his head and scooted back some.

"Why not?"

"Don't... d-don't deserve it..." He said, so quietly that I had to strain to hear him.

"What do you mean you don't deserve it? Of course you deserve to eat, Will. Why would you say something like that?"

He looked at me with wide, scared eyes like a deer in the headlights. I felt a bit bad... I didn't mean to scare him. But I could tell he wasn't going to eat. I sighed and put the plate on the nightstand again.

"I'll leave this here, in case you want it later. Here, let me check your temperature..." I said, leaning forward and reaching for his forehead.

He shot back away from me with speed that no injured person should be able to achieve and perched himself on the very edge of the bed, watching me with dull, yet very alert eyes.

I didn't miss the grimace he gave when he moved, nor did I miss his failed attempt not to gasp in pain. It's almost time for Malcolm to give him another round of antibiotics and pain medication...

I held my hands up, palms out, to show him that there was nothing in them. He glanced at them, but didn't move a muscle.

"Will, I just need to feel your forehead to make sure your fever hasn't gone up again. I would never hurt you..." I said, giving him a small, but reassuring smile.

He stayed there for about a minute, assessing his options. Then he yawned and cautiously moved halfway across the bed, seeming to decide that I wasn't a threat... for now.

I smiled in thanks and slowly put my hand on his forehead, making sure he was aware of my movement. He flinched a bit at first, but with a few soothing words and reassurances, he settled down again.

He was definitely hotter than earlier. I glanced at the clock and stood up. He's due for another dose of pain medication and antibiotics.

No wonder he's in pain and burning up...

"Your fever is back. Malcolm will be here in a minute to give you your medicine and see if he can get that fever down a bit while it's kicking in. Get some rest, Will. You look exhausted."

I looked at the untouched plate of food one last time before leaving the room.

This was going to be a long recovery...

A/N: Tadaaa! I tried! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please review and tell me how I did! Thanks for reading! :D