It is dark. Well not completely dark. There is a faint red glow coming from behind my eyelids. I can hear people talking. I think they're talking about me.

"Wanda"

I hear my name being called and a hand brushes lightly against my cheek leaving a burning trail following it. I think whoever the hand belongs to wants me to open my eyes. Reluctantly I do so. My lids feel heavy, as though they are glued together, however as soon as they are open I feel reassurance and warmth rush through me. Ian's anxious sapphire eyes meet my silver.

"Are you all right?" he asks. He is biting his bottom lip, something he only does if he is really worried.

"yes," I reply. Why shouldn't I be?

"your head doesn't hurt does it?"

"no. Should it?"

Ian chuckles darkly to himself.

"not now it shouldn't. Doc gave you about a ton of No Pain."

I am just about to ask why when everything comes back to me. The No Pain would be the reason why I wasn't in pain. Quickly I sit up. Big mistake. I feel nauseas, but I don't think I am going to be sick. Ian pushes me back onto what ever I am lying on.

"What happened?" I say weakly.

"Um, well you had been gone for an abnormally long amount of time. I mean, even you don't take ten minuets to walk down a corridor. I had thought that you couldn't lift it or something but being you, were to shy to ask for help." He flashes one of his dazzling grins at me when he says this. I attempt to glare at him however fail miserably. "anyway, I made the excuse that I needed the bathroom and slipped after you. You were in our room." He shudders at this point as if the memory haunts him. I suddenly feel guilt plummet into my stomach, it was my fault he felt like that. "I, you were lying on the floor in the most awkward position, blood pouring from you head. I can only think that you tripped over all the crap on the floor." He worriedly glances at his side. It is only now that I start to take in my surroundings.

I am in the hospital wing, that much is clear, and I am in one of the many white cots that line the room. Surrounding my bed is Ian, Doc, Peter, Jamie, Mel, Jared, and the whole of the rest of my 'family' besides. Well, almost everyone. I immediately recognise the absence of Maggie, Shannon, Sunny and Kyle.

"Ian thought you'd died!" Jamie calls out from the foot of my bed. Mel digs her younger brother in the ribs. "shut up!" she mutters.

"OW!" Jamie protest, massaging his side. "That hurt!"

Mel gives him evils and I laugh. Poor Jamie.

"but Wanda, what i cant understand, is How you ended up on the floorin the first place" Doc had pushed forward so tha he was infront of Ian, his soft green eyes crutinizing me.

"I fainted" -at least i think I did.
"you fainted?" Doc's voice is curious.
"Yes, iwas just about to pick up the C- Um Mel's present whe i felt all dizzy. I tripped over somthing and...And i dont remember anymore."

Doc was silent, deep in thought.

"how long have I been out?" I ask suddenly.

"about two hours" it is Peter who answers, Doc is still thinking. As he speaks, Peter's aged face expresses no sign of emotion, as normal. He lost his whole family to the souls. But it wasn't like they had been inserted. They tried to run, and as a result were killed by seekers. Peter is tall, almost 6'4" with a large amount of thick, grey hair to go with his inquisitive grey eyes.

Two hours?

Oh no.

"you guys haven't been standing around my bed for two hours have you?" I ask suspiciously. Everyone is silent. I attempt to glare at them.

"Wanda, do you really expect me to be enjoying my party while you were stuck here unconscious do you?" Mel says, folding her arms.

"yes."