A/N I apologise for the delay. I didn't mean to leave it for this long.I've just done my GCSEs and I'm now enjoying the summer holidays so I should hopefully have more time to upload.

As always, I'd appreciate it if you reviewed at the end of this chapter and enjoy! :)

"She's awake!" Was the first thing that I heard. It was followed by a chorus of questions and crashes of doors.

And then, a sentence that frightened me more than anything:

"I thought she was dead for sure!"

I gasped, reaching for the bed sides to lift myself up. Pulling the covers away, I swung my legs over the side and stood. My feet met the cold floor and shortly after my head also greeted it. Air rushed out of my lungs and my palms stung with the impact. Apparently my brain had decided that I was not to walk today. Unfamiliar hands grasped at my white robe and I was hauled rather forcefully back into the hospital bed.

Hospital bed?!

"Wha-?" I started. The words sounded fuzzy and my head felt like it had been smashed by a thousand rocks. Red hair and bright green eyes swam into focus as I studied the face of the nurse who had helped me up.

"It's alright Rachel. You were in an accident, we've been keeping an eye on you" Her Irish accent sounded too loud for my ears and I swayed slightly out of her way to lessen its stinging pitch.

"Where am I? What happened?"

"Your car hit a tree after you lost control. This is Ferris Hospital. Please take it easy, you've been out for a while now" She reached behind me and began to plump the cushion. Then, without warning, she jabbed a needle into my arm. I felt the medication force itself into my system almost immediately.

I hissed in discomfort whilst yanking my arm away "How long?"

"Rachel...we put you in a sort of...medically induced coma. Although it was a nap more than anything. You've been asleep for three hours now, long enough for us to assess you and your brain to switch off for a while. Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

I was taken aback, staring at her.I realised I looked ridiculous, mouth wide open, hair a mess and a startling white robe to highlight the injuries I hadn't seen yet, but could feel. Gently I lifted myself up and tried, although with much more gracefulness this time, to clamber out of the bed. The nurse rushed to help me. I waved her away "It's fine really.I'm ok"

"I'm afraid I can't just discharge you, we need to run a few tests."

Biting my lip I glanced at the clock.

"...just a checkup?"

"It won't take long"

There it was again, that soothing smile but for some reason I found that I couldn't relax. Despite myself I nodded in agreement. She grinned widely then, showing all of her teeth before rushing down the corridor in hurried steps. Frowning, I reached for the mirror on the bedside table. I winced at my reflection. My face was a mess. Cobalt bruises covered my neck and forehead, my lip was cut and swollen. Brown hair fell limply around my shoulders. When I lifted my top, a scar stretched from my right hip to the top of my rib cage. Breathing was painful and the slightest movement sent sparks of pain like an electrical current dashing across my body. Staring wearily into my bloodshot eyes, I let go of the fabric.I looked dreadful, even with all the blood cleaned away.

My skin was red from where the doctors had scrubbed away the dirt and my knuckles were littered with minuscule cuts that shards of glass had been buried in.A trembling lip brought me back to reality and I turned away from the mirror in disgust. Crying was not something I intended to do. So, I swallowed and gathered my thoughts. After all , I argued with myself, who looks good after a car crash? With a set jaw I crawled back into the bed. Jack would be here soon, no doubt he would have realised my absence by now.

Suddenly, the telephone rang. I scanned the corridor and watched as staff scurried by either indifferent or unaware. Maybe it was Jack. I picked up the phone, offering a quiet "Hello?" To whoever was on the other end.

A voice answered me "The dam has been breached"

The line went dead just as ice surged through my veins. The phone slipped out of my grasp hitting the floor with an audible thud. My hands trembled violently no matter how much I tried to control them. The voice on the other end was the man with no face in my dream.

But how?

Now my calm exterior was chipped, I began to panic.

Then it came flooding back.

I was conscious when I entered the hospital.

Why? Why was I told that I was unconscious?

Tremors ricocheted all over my body as I scrambled for my bag and began to get up. As I stood though, my weak legs buckled beneath me and I cried out in distress as the hospital floor tipped and slid like liquid.

What on earth was in that needle?

A profound stabbing pain exploded behind my eyes and I clutched desperately at my head. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as my memories returned to me.

I remembered everything.