Dr. Lee noticed her first lose concentration and brought it to Will's attention. "I need to get her down to the infirmary. She needs to be on an IV for a higher and more consistent dosage." He leaned down to start removing the blanket so he could dress her, but Will stopped him.

"Let me, I think she would be less embarrassed if I did it."

The doctor nodded and began to make his way from the room, "Be quick about it, and for her sake, no stimulating. It won't help the situation any, only make it worse."

Will nodded and waited until they were alone before pulling the blankets back. Pulling the rumpled night clothes off the floor he sat her up to try and dress her. Her head was leaning on his shoulder and her hair fell over his body—if only she wasn't completely unconscious and zoned out to the world this would be ok.

He finished clothing her and she still hadn't woken. Deciding against calling the Big Guy for help he picked her up and cradled her body in his arms. She was light, but he still wasn't sure he could make it all the way down there without stopping; he wasn't exactly Mr. Macho-Man when it came to this sort of thing.

Making it to the doorway was easy, figuring out how to open it with a 160 year old woman in his arms was not—how did they do this in the movies again? Stunt people probably. Finally pulling the door open he made it to the elevator and inside before feeling his arms start to give. He set her down gently on her feet leaning her body against his and wrapping arms around her middle so she could stand leaning heavily on him—at least it was some respite.

He made it to the infirmary just as the good doctor was starting to get worried again, why did she keep this man around? He was barely handling this situation he couldn't imagine him handling any real emergency—that's probably why so she could control the emergent chaotic situations and leave him completely out of it. Now that he thought about it.

Laying her on the bed, Will placed a heated blanket over her body. It was the best part about the infirmary, the heated blankets that were kept there in the nice warm warmer until someone needed to use it. Put him to sleep almost every time. The IV was set in almost no time and Will was once again left alone with her.

Pulling a chair over, he decided to wait it out until she woke up. After an hour he realized it wasn't going to be any time soon and that someone needed to be running the Sanctuary since she obviously wasn't. Taking a direct and quick route to his office he grabbed a fresh stack of papers on his desk that had been transferred from hers—guess word was out then—and made his way back to her side.

Fiddling with the manila folders he managed his way through half by the time her eyes began to flutter open. She closed her lids against the harsh lighting and felt the side of the bed dip down at the weight of a body. "Hey," his voice was strained slightly. It was rare to see Magnus on this side of the bed. Taking a finger he pulled a strand of hair away from her face, "How you feeling?"

She groaned a little working the sleep from her eyes as she tried to open them again. "A little better, I suppose. At least more rested, but I still feel like I could sleep for a week."

His mouth upturned at that, "I think that's a good sign." He left his hand on her cheek and caressed her warm skin. "Dr. Lee's gonna want to check you over now that you're awake."

She grumbled at that, "Really, he doesn't need to come in here. I'm well on my way to being mended."

"I can see that, but still, let us take care of you." Gingerly she nodded, her eyes still looking anywhere but his face.

"Will, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's flattering." Her head bobbed once and she dropped the conversation. "Only wish you had told me about it sooner, it might have made Dr. Lee's job a lot easier."

"Well you know me, never one to delve out too much information." Her IV'd hand found the one in his lap and squeezed tightly, "Thank you."

He grinned—what harm could it do, really? She was so adorable bedridden and tousled, it couldn't hurt her that much. Leaning over his lips met hers. She opened her mouth in protest and shock as he slipped his tongue inside to tease between her teeth and make amends with her own tongue. He pulled away from her when she drew in a deep breath through her nose. "You should rest and I need to get back to work. I'll come by and visit later." Her eyes didn't stray from his face as he leaned over and pecked her lips with his one last time. "Promise."

With that he left the room by way of his paperwork dragging it into his arms before taking any step further. He found the good doctor on his way back to his office and told him she was awake. Will remained in his office the rest of the day finishing as much work as possible. His mind only strayed to her a few times before he'd catch himself—she wouldn't want him worrying. She'd probably think of it as doting on her and it would make her teeth itch. Will smiled at the image before hunkering down to his work again.

It was well past dinner time when he emerged. Running down to the kitchen he grabbed a quick meal, leftover lasagna, fantastic. He heated it and shoved large forkfuls into his mouth only somewhat savoring the flavor. His mind was on other things. He found the good doctor in the medical lab on his way to visit their newest patient.

"How is she?"

"Ready to throttle me," the man answered sourly. "She's fine; the abnormal parasite has detached and is no longer secreting chemicals. Her own chemicals are returning to normal so there are only minor lingering effects, the main one being fatigue. She's slept the majority of the day."

"Alright, I'm heading that way now."

"I figured, you can tell her she can leave if she wants, which I'm sure she will. She just can't work until tomorrow afternoon with a final exam by me." Nodding Will continued on his way.

She was sitting up with her hands clasped together. There was a book on the bed next to her legs but her head was thrown back with her eyes closed and she was taking deep calming breaths. "Hey." Her face lit up at his voice and she looked over to him. "You good?"

"Just dizzy, it should pass soon. What are you doing here?"

"I told you I'd be back to visit." At her look, he continued, "What? You didn't believe me?"

"I just thought you'd still be in your office cooped up fixing the mess I left." Her eyes drifted away from his face.

He shrugged and grinned, "Well I have been there since I left here earlier, but maybe I left it all for you tomorrow."

She snorted a chuckle, "Doubtful William, not your style."

He squeezed her fingers tightly before turning her wrist over and sitting on the edge of the infirmary bed. "Come on, I'm springing you." His hand moved up to where the IV was still in her arm and he removed the tape carefully before pulling out the plastic. Her skin followed it, pulling away from her arm as he removed the equipment. Holding a cotton swab he found on a tray next to her bed against her skin until the bleeding stopped, which was quickly.

She stood just as another dizzy spell took over her body, her hand grabbed onto the material of his shirt at his waist and held on tightly as her other hand grab his arm for support. She closed her eyes to try and make the spinning stop. He held on tight and let her take her time to steady herself before he spoke. "Good?" She nodded and they began to move out of the room. She didn't move her hand and he laid his on her shoulders enjoying the feeling of her brushing along him.

She seemed to be doing much better by the time they made it to her rooms. Opening the door he led her inside, releasing his grasp on her before closing the entrance behind them. When he turned back to her she was tilting her head and giving him an odd look. Judging him, she was judging him. He threw his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels while she looked him over. "Need anything?"

Her lips quirked up at him in response, "Yes." He let the silence hang, hoping she would continue and tell him what she needed. She didn't answer in words as she moved to him pressing her palms against his cheeks and pulling his face to hers in a kiss.

He pushed her shoulder back, "Magnus—"

Her lips cut him off before he could protest any further, "Just slow and sweet, Will. I'm fine, I promise this time." She took a step backwards hooking her fingers in the loops of his jeans and forcing him with her. She stopped when she felt the bed hit the backs of her legs. She pulled his shirt over his head and dragged her hands down his chest. Using the front of her nightshirt he tugged her into him and took her mouth.

Her hands explored as his tongue plundered, his hands slowly opening her shirt, button by button until he could push it off her shoulders. The silky material was cold where it didn't hit her skin. His hands skimmed down her arms baring her flesh inch by inch. Holding her wrists tightly his mouth continued its exploits until she moaned into him her body swaying and their exposed skin colliding together.

When her breasts brushed against his chest he released her hands and held onto her hips keeping her close to him. She glided hands over his stomach and to his back reveling in the feel of his flesh against hers, his lips embracing hers, their tongues dancing together. She felt fingers on her scalp and tangling in her hair as her head was tugged backwards her chin lifted and his mouth feasted on her neck. Her eyelids fluttered shut when his teeth scraped across her pulse point.

He cupped her breast and ran his thumb across her nipple causing her to shudder and gasp. She fingered his buckle and undid it quickly with one hand before moving her fingers back to his face. Dragging his mouth to meet hers she leaned back and lay partway on the bed. One of his hands reached around her lower back and helped to lift her the rest of the way as she crab crawled to the center. He grinned wildly when she dropped her body onto the pillows, her hair billowing out around her face.

His mouth consumed hers once again as she opened her legs to let him settle comfortably. Taking one finger she traced a line down from his ear to his hip bone where she ran into the denim that still covered him. Curling her finger under the elastic of the boxers she ran her hand from his side to his front to his other side, her fingertip barely brushing his erection.

He moved to look into her eyes which were sparkling with mischief, shaking his head he began to bite his way down her neck and to her chest. His body and pants moved out of the reach of her wandering hands. He smiled against her skin at a sound of protest that erupted from her throat at the loss of his body weight. He sucked gently at her stomach as her fingers tugged on his hair. His hands slid under her pants and began to pull them down her long legs. Her legs went on for forever.

He caressed her flesh, his lips finding her ankle. His tongue dashed out to taste the inside curve of it before making his way to her knee. Placing a kiss there he made his stops shorter as he worked his way towards her center. Her body was shaking with need by the time she felt his tongue taste the soft skin where thigh met hip. After all those dreams she didn't need much and she would be so far gone. So when she felt his breath flow over her she grabbed his head and pulled it up to her stomach roughly. "Not this time."

Agreeing readily he sat on his knees and began to shimmy out of his jeans. Sitting on his bottom he pulled his shoes off and the rest of his pants before moving over her again. She had waited patiently for him to divest the articles but she was done waiting. He was poised over her, all his weight on his elbows and knees. She grabbed his ass and pulled him to her roughly, he grunted as their chests collided, "Ok, ok I get the point."

She smirked before running her hand over the newly bared flesh that she had inadvertently discovered. Her fingers slid around to his front guiding him into her. He moved slowly, wanting to marvel in the experience. Her breath hitched and caught in her throat and his lips met hers again. She lost herself in the kiss, her mind focusing only on his mouth that was on her, his tongue as it swept around her tongue tantalizing her body in submission.

He thrust once and grabbed her attention. Kissing him once again chastely she squeezed her inner muscles and lifted her hips urging him on. Pulling almost all the way he slid back in quickly causing her body to rock with his. Her skin was beginning to sweat lightly as she started to shake again. She was gasping for air by the time he picked up his pace, her hands holding his body as he pounded into her.

She felt the pressure build readily, finally hitting that point where she wouldn't be able to stop it. She relaxed her muscles trying to hold onto the last legs of the tension growing before she was tossed over the edge, but she didn't succeed. She was already over. Her muscles clenched around him, her breath coming out in rasps. He continued to move into her until the tension coiled in him. Moving awkwardly only a few more times he was overcome with the pleasure as she began to milk him until his heart beat and breathing calmed.

His face was plastered against her shoulder until his chest and muscles relaxed. Turning on his side he remained inside her, pulling her leg and half her body over him. He soothed her cooling back with his hands, running circles over her soft skin. His voice was soft against her, "You should be resting."

"I will now." Her arm was around his waist when she felt his muscles tense as he prepared to move.

"I should leave."

"Don't, stay, I'll sleep a lot better with you here, trust me."

Running a hand over her face he moved a stray strand of hair away from her eyes, "Alright, but can I at least move into a more comfortable position?"

Giggling she agreed as he unlatched her arm from around him and turned on his back. She moved her leg completely over him, her arm playing with the skin on his chest and her face pressed into his shoulder. She sighed and fell into slumber.