Matt POV

I was still heavily frustrated by what Will and I were about to do in the basement. I sound like a pervert. The feel of his soft lips, his smaller frame below me, his moans as I - snap out of it! You're in front of someone who wants to kill you, now is not the time to image doing things Will...

I shook my head.

"Why me?", Will asked Roderick.

Roderick seemed disappointed by his question, "Because you act so in control. I can't stand it. There's no emotion and I've always wanted to know what you'd look like when you're in pain...I want to see that calm demeanor disappear. I want to see behind the curtain that is Dr. Braxton."

When Will didn't react, Roderick was visibly angered, "Well if threatening you won't work", he walked over to Mellissa, "then maybe threatening your friend here will."
I sprinted at Roderick, he started chuckling and clapping. I was about to tackle him but he moved out of the way and I went flying across a coffee table.

"If that's the man who's supposed to save you, then I think you're in trouble doctor", Roderick taunted Will.
I could see Will battling to make a decision, I can't leave him alone in this. I got back up and moved to punch Roderick, but he grabbed my fist and twisted my arm around so it was behind my back.

He took out a dagger and held it to my throat, "Go ahead doc, beg for his life. Beg me not to kill him."

"If you think his life means anything to me, then you're wrong. I'm a medical practitioner, Roderick, I can turn my emotions off in a blink of an eye", Will had ice in his voice. There was no indication he was lying, but I knew he was... he had to be.

"I'm not going to fall for that cheap trick doc, it been done in too many movies", Roderick said in glee.

I was panicking, a deranged man had a knife to my throat and would kill me in an instant. I would like to say that I was prioritizing Will over myself, but my instinct for self-preservation was stronger. I needed to get out of this situation.

"Roderick, how did you get in here? Did you climb over the fence?", Will sounded professional. I didn't know why he was asking such useless questions when there was a knife to my throat.

"I forced the gate open, freaks are no doubt shuffling their way on to the premises right now", Roderick smiled.

Will scowled and slammed his bat against the floor. There was a resounding ding.

He started walking to Roderick, "You want me dead, right? Kill me first and then you can kill them. But I'll fight back because that's what you want, isn't it?"
I'd like to say that I fought against what Will said, but there was a knife to my throat and I was scared.

I felt Roderick go tense, "You know me so well doc... That's exactly what I want. But I can't just let prey walk free unscathed."
I only realized what he meant when he jabbed the blade in my leg. I screamed in agony, the wound felt like it was on fire. I fell to my knees and a jolt of white-hot pain shot through my leg - the knife still embedded in it.
I looked up at Will and saw no indication that he acknowledged my pain, just a cold, professional look.
Roderick scoffed and started walking over to Will.

"I can't imagine you'd be much fun, you'll die quickly", Roderick sighed.

That elicited a response from Will, his left eye twitched, "You've made a lot of mistakes Roderick, and that one will get you killed."
Will stayed still while Roderick sauntered over to him. Roderick tried to grab him but Will ducked at the last minute and slammed his knee into Roderick's crotch. He doubled over in pain and Will smashed his bat against the side of Roderick's head, no doubt knocking him unconscious. Roderick fell to the floor, his limbs sprawled out around him. Will kneeled next to him and whispered, "I would kill you, but I think you deserve something worse."

At that instant, there was loud banging on the front door and the sound of glass shattering - coming from the kitchen. My eyes started drooping and I felt cold. Will rushed over to me and lightly slapped my face, "Matt, stay awake."

I nodded half-heartedly. Mellissa started standing up, wobbling from side to side, "We're gonna die."

Will surveyed the room in a rush, his eyes darted to the stairs, "Mellissa, help me drag him up."

The knife was still in my leg, and I was thankful for that. If he had pulled it out I would be bleeding to death. Will and Mellissa, carefully, dragged me up the stairs. If I was too loud we would be killed. Every bump the stairs caused made me nauseous. They dragged me into a second story bathroom and lay me down on my back.

"Please be in here", Will whispered to himself.

I felt dizzy and tired. I was so thirsty, "I'm thirsty", my voice sounded so hoarse.

"Mellissa, I need blankets, thread, and a needle. Be as quiet as possible, there are Cannibals in here now. Matt, I can't let you drink anything", he said while looking through a first aid kit.
He snapped on disposable gloves and cut one of my pant's legs open. He was extra careful around the knife but managed to get the clothing off without touching it. He looked at the wound and then let out a shaky breath.

I was going to ask him if the wound was bad, but he interrupted me, "Matt, where are your parents?", Will asked conversationally. He had two fingers against my wrist - checking my pulse. He wore a determined look, and to be honest, it was hot.

"They're dead, car accident", I murmured.

"I'm sorry to hear that", he cut my shirt open and took my shoes off.

"What about your parents?", I asked him.

He clenched his jaw, "Probably dead. This might hurt."
He prepped my leg up against the bathtub and then put gauze around the knife and started applying pressure. It was a dull kind of pain, but I didn't mind it much. He then pressed on my groin, keeping the pressure around the knife.

I had to ask him, it was bothering me, "Will, did you mean what you said back there?"

His eyes met mine, "No Matt, I didn't."

I felt a wave of relief surge through me, but not because of what he said, but because of the look in his eyes. He regretted what he said, so he really didn't mean it. Mellissa came back with the supplies Will asked for, "Throw a blanket over him and put one under his head", Will instructed.
Mellissa wasn't looking too good, she had a nasty bruise forming around her eye.

"Mellissa, are you okay", I asked in worry.

She scoffed, "He punches like a girl."

We stayed like that for a while, Will chatting occasionally and Mellissa interrupting him.

"Okay, I'm going to pull the knife out so I can close the wound. Melissa put a folded rag between his teeth, and Matt, don't scream."
Mellissa placed the rag between my teeth and moved over to Will, "When I pull it out, we need to apply as much pressure as possible." Mellissa nodded and they yanked the knife out. I have never felt such intense, searing pain in my entire life. It felt as if I was being stabbed a second time.
We heard screams from downstairs and Will smiled coldly. Roderick was getting eaten by Cannibals. While he was being killed, he was also drawing more Cannibals here by screaming so loudly.

Will stopped the bleeding, "Mellissa, get me alcohol pads." Will took out a syringe and removed it from its plastic wrapper.
He jammed it in the inside of my thigh and I winced. The pain started to recede and I felt loopy.
He wiped the wound down, and then took a clean pad and sanitized the needle.

"Will...I want to tickle your pickle", I muttered seriously.
Will started blushing and Mellissa chuckled. He started stitching my wound while I threw desperate flirt after flirt at him.

"If you keep curving me like this, you're gonna end up with twelve cats", I told him grudgingly. He just rolled his eyes and continued.

"Okay, I'm done", he sighed out.

Mellissa and Will looked at each other, "How long will it take to heal", Mellissa sounded weary.

"If we're lucky, around two weeks..." Will replied with the same tone.
I realized what they were saying, we're stuck in a house that's infested with Cannibals, Mellissa needs sleep to heal, our supplies were in the basement, they would only last four days - at max - and we can't move because of my wound.

We're in trouble.