Hold On To Me (WillDip)

Chapter 9: An Eye

Once Mason had gained back some of his brain from being kissed, he hurried to the lab with renewed energy to yell at his Great Uncle for what he had done. Sure it sounded like a horrible idea, but he was furious at him and he honestly didn't care what the repercussions would be. Ford was writing something down at his desk in his lab when Mason came barging in uninvited, and the man turned around in his seat only to be assaulted by those angry gleeful blue eyes, "Can I help you? he questioned.

"What the hell is wrong with you!? Why the fuck did you hurt him like that over some stupid back talk!?" Mason spat.

"Mason, what are you going on about?" he asked, a little annoyed.

"You tore him apart with a fucking knife over a few words!" Mason snarled.

Ford stood up, face calm, and Mason stepped back a bit, still determined to stand his ground,

"And why do you care, Mason? He's a demon, he could have healed himself while I was doing it, it's not my fault he forgot how to use his own INFINITE POWER!!"

Mason pointed a finger "You know full well it's limited now he's in a mortal body!" he snarled.

Ford growled and opened his mouth to continue when Mason cut him off "And what's this I hear about Morphine!? Were you seriously going to cut him open like a damn frog in a high school science class!?"

Ford huffed.

Mason snarled "Don't you touch him!" he snapped, storming off.

Ford watched him go and sat back down, wondering why on earth Mason would suddenly care about William. He rubbed at the headache already appearing behind his temples and went back to his notes.

~

It was late that night when Will heard the doorbell's shrill ring; he was still awake and unable to sleep, listening to the crickets outside his window. He got up and opened his bedroom door, yawning as he trailed down the hall to assist who ever it was.

He unlocked and opened the door, blinking one at a time as his vision cleared and adjusted. Fiddleford was standing on the steps, clutching a doctors bag to his chest,

"Master Fiddleford? What are you doing here so late?" Will asked, rubbing his eyes.

Fidds smiled. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough."

Will was just about to ask him what that meant when a hand came out of nowhere and covered his mouth with a cloth that smelled sickly sweet. Ford dragged Will back as he kicked and struggled in shock in his arms. His voice muffled as he tried to scream for help.

His eyes closed as he went limp and the last thing he saw was Ford and Fidds staring down at him as the man set him carefully on the floor.

Ford smiled at his friend. "Ready?"

Fidds nodded "Yep, maybe after this, I'll do ya, a bonus of keeping him alive, that is, if he survives this"

Ford's face went bright red and Fidds chuckled "I was joking, Stanford, relax"

Ford picked Will up off the floor "Er, right, okay then..." he said, hurrying off to the lab.

Fidds followed him.

~

Will woke to the bright lights of the Lab above him, his mind groggy "Wass goin on?" he muttered, trying to move his body with great difficultly. "Oh good, rise and shine, William, you might want to open BOTH of your eyes for the last time, see what the ceiling has to offer."

Fidds snickered as he set down a tray next to him, the words confused Will greatly "What? What are you talking about?" he asked, wriggling in the straps holding him down. Fidds put a hand on his shoulder "Don't move, it's pointless,"

Will whimpered "What are you going to do to me?" he asked, fear creeping up on him, clear in his voice.

"Nothing critical, Will, nothing critical" Ford replied,

Will whimpered again "You're confusing me" he replied, still sleepy from the drugs. Fidds set a bowl of water down as Will closed his eyes again, and Ford patted his face hard, "Nope, stay awake please, we need your eyes open"

"But I'm tired" Will complained.

"Well, you'll be able to sleep it off afterwards, won't you? Fidds? Are we ready?"

Fidds nodded, snapping the rubber gloves on his hands and setting the mask hanging from his neck over his mouth. Ford grabbed Will's head tightly with both hands, keeping it still as Fidds picked up a shiny scalpel from the tray. Will's eyes widened in fear and he struggled in Fords grip, trying to move his head as it came closer.

Will screamed as the knife went into his left socket, digging around under the eyeball. Ford kept him as still as he could while Fidds did his job.

"S-STOP! P-PLEASE! THAT HURTS!" Will yelled, blue blood running down his face, warm and sticky.

"Oh, it hurts? Yeah, no shit, I'm putting something sharp in your eye, ain't I!?" Fidds replied, his voice muffled by the mask.

He pulled out the knife once he had disconnected the retina and took a spoon like tool off the tray, scooping out the eye from Will's head in one quick motion. Will sobbed in pain, the salty tears stinging the wound.

Fidds set the eye into the bowl, and the water sloshed to and fro as he cleaned it off. Ford gazed at the red blood. "Why is it red? Will's blood is blue."

Fidds set the bloodied tools on to a separate tray. "I'm guessing the blue separates from the red when it touches water, he's bonded himself to the red blood cells by coating them."

"Put it in the notes" Ford said, letting go of Will's head as the demon cried, "Please...let me go" he whimpered.

Ford patted his leg "Well done, Will, you're all done now" he said, tuned out to his actions. Fidds picked out the eye from the small bowl, now free of blood, and dropped it in to a container, "If he hadn't moved so much there would be less blood."

Ford snapped out of his trance and looked up. "Is that it?"

Fidds nodded, and Will passed out from the pain as blood trickled out the hole in his head.

Ford smiled "Thanks anyway... It means a lot you'd come out here just to do this operation, I mean, I could have done it myself, but I'm not a trained surgeon so there would have been a very high risk of him dying"

Fidds rolled his eyes as he cleaned up. "Not the soppy type, are you, Ford?"

Ford huffed "No, of course not! I just need him"

There was an awkward silence before Ford spoke again "Are you staying here or taking the long drive home?"

"Staying here if that's okay, I'm never driving here and there on the same day. The guest room is basically my second bedroom to be honest." Fidds replied, gritting his teeth at the mention of the second bedroom. Was Ford so thick he couldn't see that he liked him? The man he was gritting his teeth over unstrapped the demon from the table and set him down on the bed in the lab's corner, ignoring him as he began to bandage the wound tightly with gauze.

Will mumbled something in his sleep, and Ford chuckled at his sleepy face. "He's cute when he's asleep."

Fidds raised a skeptical eyebrow, feeling jealousy creep up inside him, "Don't you get attached to him, you know the little bugger is just waiting to for you to meet your doom so he can get the hell out of here"

"I won't"

Fidds smiled "Well, I'm done cleaning up, goodnight Ford," he said, heading to the door.

Ford raised a hand. "Wait," he said, immediately regretting it.

Fidds stopped and turned around, noticing just how flustered Ford looked suddenly, "Fidds um, just to let you know, well, I've always liked you more than a friend...But I'm terrible at talking to people, and I'm not a soppy person, so, yeah, just thought you should know." Ford said, turning away so the man couldn't see his red face. His head was hurting more now, and he winced a little.

Fidds stayed quiet, a smile on his face as he left the room.

Ford let out a sigh of relief as he heard the door close behind him.