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The Long, Dark Night of Will Stevens	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 1318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 3 � House

The drive to Will�s house wasn�t that long, but he begrudged
every second of it.� He kept his hands
tightly gripped to the steering wheel and fought the urge to constantly turn
and look at Don.

Finally he reached his house and pulled into the
driveway.� Leaving the front door wide
open, Will raced through his house and into his bedroom.� He quickly stripped the nice sheets from his
bed and replaced them with an old stained set.�
Those sheets were going to get much more stained.� He hurried back to his car and, as gently as
he could, carried the still comatose Don into the house.� He walked unsteadily through the house and
into his bedroom.� There he carefully
laid Don on the bed and tossed away Don�s blood-smeared robe.� He went back out to his car to get Don�s
things and saw that his back seat was spotted with blood.� Oh
well, needed to be detailed anyway.

Will shut the car door then the front door.� He put Don�s stuff in the living room and
dragged a chair from his kitchen into the bedroom.� He carefully tucked Don under the blankets.� He also checked the level of Don�s blood loss
by pressing underneath his fingernail.�
The blood came back into the tissue slower than ideal, but still within
the range of his level of medical care.
He pulled out his DEA badge and stuck it next to the bed,
hoping the sight of it would reassure Don when he woke.

Then there was nothing left for Will to do.� The recent adrenaline-fueled hours were
catching up to him.� First calling in the
raid, then carrying it out, then finding Don and getting him home.�

He sat down in his uncomfortable chair, put his head in his
hands, and let the tremors overtake him.

What the Hell have you done?� Are you out of your mind?

He was far too aware of his obsessive personality, but this
was ridiculous even for him.� He hadn�t
hesitated, hadn�t hesitated.� God, what sort of hold did this man have on
him?� He�d never believed in love at
first sight.� Lust at first sight,
definitely.� Obsession at first sight,
maybe.�

He knew his past did explain some of his need to get Don out
of there.� If Jim hadn�t gotten him out
of the situation he was in, Will had no doubt whatsoever that he would have
died from a drug overdose within six months.

Don groaned and Will�s head shot up.�� Don was awake and looking around, his
blood-shot eyes confused and apprehensive.�
His gaze fastened on Will.

�You were at Titan, the first time I went there,� Don
whispered.�

Hiding a wince at how raw and rough Don�s voice was, Will
nodded.

�Who are you?� What am
I doing here?� Don struggled to sit up and Will swore under his breath.� He jumped up from his chair then realized
that would look aggressive and sat down quickly.

He held out his hands, pleading, �You�re badly hurt, just
lie still.�� Don�t undo all my work already.

Don�s jaw clenched at what must be terrible pain, but he was
too much of an agent to not ask questions.�
�Who are you?�

Right, he�d fainted
before I told him this.� �Will
Stevens.� I�m DEA.�

Don�s face grew more confused.� �DEA?�
What ��

�The Chamber was a major drug front and we raided it tonight,�
Will continued, keeping his voice neutral.�
�I found you and took you out of there.�
You�re at my house.� I didn�t tell
anyone else about you.� I just wrapped
you in a sheet and put you in my car.� Time
to drop the bomb. ��I know who you
are, Don Eppes.�

Don stared at him then groaned and fell back against his
pillow.� Finally realizing now what an idiot you�ve been?

�How do you feel?��
Will asked, knowing it was a stupid question, but it needed to be asked.

�Like I�ve been beat, whipped, burned, ripped, cut, and who
knows what the hell else.�

�Dammit, why did you�� Will bit down on the angry words that
threatened to spill from his mouth.�
Yelling at Don wasn�t a luxury he could afford.� It might make Don decide he needed to leave
�� He mentally reached for his undercover
training and locked away his natural reactions.�
I am a composed, helpful man
aiding a fellow Fed, nothing more.

Will said, his voice calm and even, �You need medical
attention, but I figured leaving you unconscious until you came around yourself
was probably the kindest thing to do.�

�Yeah,� Don grimaced.�
�But I can�t go to an emergency room.��

�Probably not,� Will said.�
�I can help you some.� I used to
be an EMT.� But that can wait until the
morning.� You don�t seem to be in any
immediate danger and I think � opening up your wounds at the moment would just
send you into shock.�� Please, God, let me be right.

�Why did you help me?��
Don asked.

Because you�re Don
Eppes and I couldn�t not help you.� No, I
am just aiding a fellow Fed.� �I was at The Chamber undercover.� At Titan too, before that.� I knew you had been coming to The Chamber but
of all nights for you to fall into Channing�s hands �� Will shook his head, remembering the awful
moment of realization.

�Well, thanks,� Don said.�
And tried again to get up.� �I
need to go � I need to go.�

Like Hell you do.� �I�m not taking you anywhere in that
shape,� Will said firmly.

�Fine, I�ll call a cab.�

If you leave here,
it�ll be in my car or in an ambulance.�
Will gave him a faint smile. �I�m sure cabbies are used to worse fares,
but the only phone in my house is my cell, and I always have that with me.� If you can take it from me, you�re welcome to
use it.�

Don stared at him and Will waited for him to make up his
mind.� If Don demanded, Will would let
him go.� He could only hope that Don was
smart enough to make a rational decision.�
Not like he�s demonstrated a great
deal of intelligence or rationality lately.

At last, Don sighed with what sounded like resignation.� Will�s shoulders relaxed a fraction.

Don asked, �So you were just at Titan undercover?�

Not asking about the raid
or Channing, interesting.� �Mostly, but
I already go there off and on so no one suspected me.�

�You�re gay?�

Will hid the frisson of fear that question always gave him. �Yep.�

�And DEA.�

�Yep.� Wanna see my
badge?�

Don nodded and Will pointed to the side table where he�d
laid his badge.� He winced as Don
awkwardly reached over to retrieve it, his movements slow and pain-ridden.� Will stayed in his chair and let Don study
the badge.

After a moment of staring at the badge, Don�s eyes began to
droop and his hand holding the badge began to drift downwards.

�Sleep,� Will said, willing Don to let go of his natural
suspicions and get the sleep he urgently needed.� �You can ask me for a phone again in the
morning.�� Will hoped that Don wouldn�t
ask again, but if he did, he�d let him go.�
He wasn�t going to keep Don a prisoner, at least for more than tonight.

Don�s eyes closed and his hand slid to the bed.� In a few breaths, he was asleep again.� Will got up quietly and freed the badge from
Don�s hand.� He set it again on the side
table and fixed the blanket around Don�s shoulders.

Will gazed down at the sleeping man.� He wanted so much to touch his face, to
smooth the pain lines from his forehead.�
He clenched his hand against his side and forced himself to return to
his chair.� There was nothing he could do
to ease the pain.� Only wait.

Will sat in his chair and stared at the bed.� Don�s face was so pale it almost shone in the
dim lamplight.� He had lost so much
blood.� His body had been abused to the
point of total shutdown.� He�d seemed
relatively alert just now, but that could have just been adrenaline from waking
up helpless in a strange place.� The
drain from that adrenaline hit could be just the thing to push him over the
edge, into a coma or death.

The hours passed as Will kept a tense vigil.� He couldn�t even touch Don for fear of waking
him from whatever healing his body was doing, so he could only monitor his
condition with his eyes and ears.� Even
if Don had been awake, Will couldn�t risk giving him painkillers.� He didn�t think that Don had any internal
injuries, but he couldn�t know without a closer examination.� He wished for IV fluids, heart and breathing monitors,
a blood transfusion, a crash cart.� Why not wish for a magic wand while you�re
at it?� Will was used to wishing for
things he didn�t get.� He was used to
life giving frozen dinners when he hoped for steak, a sickly houseplant when he
longed for forests.�

Just once, please,
please, he begged no one and everyone.
Just once.

The night dragged on.�
He raged under his breath and cursed Don�s stupidity.�� He speculated on what had led Don to this
terrible condition. �He stared into
space, he paced, he even prayed.� Will
and God hadn�t been on speaking terms for a long time, but Will was calling in
every aid that he could think of.�
Besides, maybe there was some divine source out there that cared about Don,
and just needed to be reminded that Don desperately needed help.

Mostly, Will watched Don sleep.� He knew that every hour that went by, Don�s chances
of making it through this without a run to the emergency room increased.� Perhaps Will�s choices hadn�t been the best
ones, but Don was here, now, and Will could only move forward.
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