I have been in hospital for the past day. Don't worry, not for myself, but for Will.

I hadn't spoken to him in ages. In fact, I hadn't spoken to him since my date with Nick at the start of the month. Just through being busy, and I guess, self obsessed, I never got around to calling him or arranging to meet up with him and the girls. I wish I had done now.

I rang his home 2 nights ago, and his sister picked up. I've always liked Charlotte. She's a very sweet girl - a female version of Will I suppose. I know that I could be great friends with Charlotte purely because I am great friends with Will, and the only difference would be her gender! She lives down south in Brighton though...a little too far for my liking. Damn geography.

But, anyway, she answered and I asked for Will. What she said after this made my heart beat freeze right inside my chest.

"Annie, I'm afraid Will isn't here right now. He's had to be taken to hospital. He was attacked and it's not looking good."

I could tell that she was holding back her tears...normally, I would've been doing the same, but I guess the shock was just too much. I guess I was numbed a little.

Charlotte continued to explain what had happened. Apparently, Will was walking home from work, when he was approached and attacked. He was beaten up very badly and left at the side of the road. How noone saw this, or stopped it, I'll never know, but Will works late, and sometimes, walks home past 10:30pm. Never a good idea round here.

I told him on numerous occasions not to walk around late at night. We all told him to get a taxi...but, Will was certain he was safe. I guess you never expect it to happen to you or your friends...until it does.

So, I was at the hospital for about 13 hours. I took work off (no biggy there) and met the girls at the hospital. Zoe couldn't contain herself. Sarah was very quiet. Wills parents were there as well. They had come down from Cheltenham (where Will grew up) to be with him. We were all very quiet. All night long.

Eventually the doctor came out and told us that he was in a stable condition. We were all relieved. He did, however, take his parents into another room and continued to speak. Obviously, this wasn't stuff his closest friends should be hearing...bastard. We saw, through the window, Will's mum start to cry...all three of us looked at each other in fear - what had the doctor just told them? We were desperate to find out.

Then, as the doctor left the room, 2 policemen appeared as if from nowhere and went in to speak to them! The forces were doing the rounds on this one. Again, they closed the door, and again, us 3 feared the worst...was this an intentional attack? had Will been hurt worse than we thought?

It went on for ages. The talking. The interviewing. The asking of questions...yup, the police spoke to us as well. They tried to get us on our own, but we all stated that if they wanted to talk to us, then they would need to talk to all 3 of us, as we all know and love Will equally.

"This is serious. Will was beaten up, yes. Very badly in fact. But, along with this, he was stabbed." I started to shake..."Don't worry. The stab wound was not all that serious. It was in the leg, but we have reason to believe that the blade was not intended for this target." None of us quite understood what was going on...Sarah asked the all important question to clear things up though.
"What do you mean?" I think that summed up how we were all feeling right then and there.
"The nature of the cut - the length, the depth and the direction - proves that the blade was aimed higher, but was intercepted and deflected, missing the original target, but unintentionally, being re-directed into his leg. We believe that the attacker was aiming the blade for Wills chest or stomach, but Will intervened and pushed the blade away, probably trying to knock it out of the attackers hand, but instead, loosing control and suffering the blade being forced into his leg."

I had to leave. I got up and began to reach for the door handle, but he stopped me. He needed me to answer questions, and as this was for Will, I had no choice. The description of what had happened to him was too much for me to hear. It was like something from a CSI episode or something.

He asked the routine questions - how long had we known Will? how close were we to him? did we know of any enemies he had made? Truth is, Will never made enemies. He was a very popular guy. That's why this is so baffling. Why would anyone want to hurt him? And, according to the policeman, it was an intentional attack...someone was out to get Will.

*sigh*

Well, the doctor told us to go home. We weren't any good there, and his parents wanted to spend some time by his bed. We weren't told if he was conscious or anything...we were just told to go home.

I opened my front door, threw my clothes off, and fell into bed. I was so tired and weak from the shock. I just drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Before I knew it, my alarm was going off and it was 8:30am. Damn. I forgot to turn it off. That's my normal time when I am working a 10am, like I should be doing today. But, after what happened yesterday, I just couldn't go in. I called up about half an hour ago and said I wasn't coming in. I explained the reason, but my boss was a total dick about it, and just ended up saying "You've been missing alot of time recently Annie. Remember, this paint won't sell itself." He happens to think that this is my dream job and that I actually give a monkeys for it. Well, I don't. I just agreed with him and got off the line asap.

So, now, I don't know. I'm still shaken up. I'm worried about Will. I hope he got through the night okay. I'm sat here in my dressing gown with a cup of tea and a danish pastry. I'll eat it up, take some Nurofen and get ready to go visit Will again. If his parents are still there, I will see if the Police have come up with anything else...

But, one thing that has been left lingering in my mind since last night - who was Wills attacker? And why were the after Will?