ARGH, I broke my promise! I'm so sorry for the delay in this post , I am totally the opposite of Batman. First I got Gastro during the busiest season at work all year, and then I had to try and catch up on all the work I missed! I'm still behind but I couldn't put this off any longer.

This is the final chapter… short and sweet. I was considering doing an epilogue if I'd gained enough interest but that hasn't happened sadly. Thank you to those supporters who have followed or favorited, I'm very grateful.

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Jeff opened his eyes to whiteness. Great, I'm dead. And what do you know, heaven does exist, he thought to himself bleakly.

"Jeff?" he heard a small voice ask. He turned his head slightly and was relieved to see Britta by his bed.

"Hey," he replied, looking around the room. "Where are the others?"

"What, I'm not good enough for you?" she replied with a grin. She was holding his hand, and grasped it tightly. "Visiting hours ended an hour or so ago. Shirley went home to the boys and Troy went home with Pierce. The Dean practically had to be dragged out of the hospital but he's gone now too."

"What about Abed?"

"He's with Annie."

Jeff suddenly and quickly sat up at the mention of her name, but instantly regretted that decision when his head started pounding.

"What the hell Winger? Just lay down," Britta cried alarmed, gently pushing his chest back down to the bed.

"Is she ok?" he asked desperately, resisting her attempts to calm him down.

Britta smiled. "You know our Annie, she's not going anywhere."

He sighed in relief and allowed himself to lie back down on the bed.

"She's unconscious right now; they've been pumping her with drugs since the moment they brought her in. But they think she'll make a full recovery," she told him. Jeff simply nodded in response, taking it all in.

"Why does my head hurt so much?" he wondered suddenly.

"You collapsed and hit your head on a rock. You've been out of it pretty much the whole day. They reckon you can go home in the morning though."

"Nope, not going anywhere."

"Jeff…"

"I just meant that they can discharge me if they like, but I'm staying with Annie."

Britta sat for a moment, pondering this. "Jeff, it's understandable that after going through something like what you and Annie did you might suffer from something called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder," Britta started. "It's normal to want to be around her, but you have to look after yourself as w-"

She stopped abruptly when Jeff lifted his index finger to her lips.

"Quiet now, sleeping," he told her simply, and turned over to his other side to feign sleep.

"Oh, yes of course. We'll talk more when you wake up."

"Can't wait," he replied dryly as he closed his eyes. He surprised himself by falling back asleep almost instantly.

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"Please sign here and here," the nurse at the station asked Jeff, pointing to various places on the form. He quickly filled it out, eager to go see Annie. Britta had gone home earlier that morning to shower and change so he was alone when the doctor came to see him and give him the good news; a nasty concussion, but otherwise fine.

After getting directions to Annie's room he took off, messaging the others on the way to let them know where he would be. Letting himself into her room he tiptoed to the side of her bed once he realised she was still asleep. Abed was quietly snoring from his chair in the corner, having stayed with her all night. Jeff smiled at the pair and leant back in his chair, watching Annie intently.

You never would have guessed that a couple of days ago she was fighting for her life; she looks so peaceful lying there, he thought to himself. He jumped when his phone vibrated, pulling him out of his reverie. He pulled it out of his pocket to see messages coming in from Troy, Britta and Shirley.

"The vibrate is louder than the ring," he heard Abed comment, and lifted his head to see him stretching in his chair.

"Sorry I woke you Abed," Jeff replied.

"It's ok. I'm glad you're alright," he told him, standing up and walking over to give him a hug. Jeff stayed sitting but returned it graciously, patting him on the shoulder.

"I should go; she'll be awake soon and you're here for her now."

"Thanks Abed… for staying tonight. I won't forget it," Jeff told him.

Abed smiled at him before picking up his bag and walking out the door. The room was silent again while Annie continued to sleep, and Jeff turned his attention to the multitude of messages he was now getting on his phone.

It was less than an hour later when she finally stirred. Jeff had put his phone down some time ago, and was resting his head on her bed, still tired despite the number of hours he'd slept. He was enjoying listening to her breathing, and was watching her face as she started to wake up. He sat up and brought his chair closer, holding her hand.

"Annie?" he asked gently. She opened her eyes groggily, and wiggled her fingers once she realised he was holding her hand.

"Jeff?" she asked, her voice croaky but strong, and Jeff sighed in relief.

"Yer it's me," he told her, holding her hand tighter.

"Are you ok?" she asked, opting to keep her weary eyes closed.

Jeff shook his head and scoffed in disbelief.

"You're asking me if I'm ok?"

"Yer, I remember hearing the doctor tell me you were unconscious."

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. How are you feeling?"

"Mm, I'm tired," she replied wearily.

"Try and go back to sleep," he told her gently, running his hand through her hair affectionately.

"I'm really glad you're ok," she told him, smiling, before she fell back asleep almost instantly.

He sat back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair, deep in thought. He could hardly believe she didn't even ask if she would be ok herself. He'd been fighting it for so long but he couldn't anymore... not after that.

Well that's it, he thought to himself with a small grin. I can't not love this girl.

With that decision made he felt a weight lift off his shoulders, and with a happy sigh he laid his head back down onto her bed and held her hand once more, determined to not let it go again.