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Claire's P.O.V
I woke up in a panic, I thrust the white sheets which covered me and frantically searched the room for any clues to where I might be. I pulled the wires of my arms and the machine to the left of me let out a loud, irritating beeping sound. My head was pounding and I put my hand to it and felt a huge bump, that can't be good. I try to remember what happened but I can't think. That's when he came in, he walked over to me and I backed away.
"Claire, it's me, Shane, just calm down. Your in hospital, you fell and hit your head and we took you here, they said you have a mild concussion and you may be a bit confused for the next few hours and that you should get some rest." He explains, with every word taking a few more steps towards me, his arms extended, I just carried on walking away until I hit the wall behind me. I tried to push him away from me but he scoops me into his arms, I frantically kick as the stranger places me on the bed.
"Who are you? Get away from me!" I scream, I see the shocked expression on his face and as he sits on the side of the bed I move to the far corner, so I am as far away from him as possible.
"Claire, please tell me you remember me, Claire? It's Shane" I stare at him, searching through my mind to try and remember this man but I only find anger which comes with his face as if my body was telling me to hate him, to not trust him. I flinch as he reaches towards me, he pulls the covers over me and tells me to sleep, suddenly I become frightened, how can I trust him? I try to get up again and he gently places his hands around my wrists, I panic. I kick me legs and wave my arms around, trying to break free of his grip. He sighs.
"Can I some help in here please?" He calls into the hallway, I shake my head as a doctor appears with a needle and presses it into my arm, I start to cry as the darkness takes over, the last thing I see is the stranger giving me sympathetic looks.
Shane's P.O.V
Its been a few hours since they drugged Claire, I've been sitting here in the arm chair ever since. The doctor told me she would be out for a few hours and that if she wakes I should come and get a doctor. Why can't she remember me? I have this feeling in my stomach, guilt, if I didn't try and push her door open, she wouldn't have fallen, she wouldn't have hit her head, she wouldn't be here. It's my fault, tears flood from my eyes and I wipe them away, I don't want Michael or Eve to see me like this. My thoughts are interrupted when I see Claire move around in the small hospital bed, her left arm dangling off the side, she lets out a groan. I sigh and go and get the doctor.
Claire's P.O.V
I awake and push my arm out, I open my eyes and notice the stranger is in my room, I close them quickly as he looks towards me, pretending to be asleep, I hear footsteps leaving the room and the door closing. I jump up out the bed and sprint towards the door, I pull it open to find the stranger standing their with a doctor about to enter the room. I try to shuffle past them but the stranger takes my hand.
"Come on Claire, lets go back to bed" I shake me head and pull my hand away.
"Please Claire, come on, the doctor needs to check your ok" I shake my head again and try to push past them.
"Claire, please, come lie back down" I just stand there and stare up at him. Suddenly my vision starts to blur and I grab onto the wall next to me, my eyes automatically closing. I feel myself sliding down the wall when someone puts their arms around me and I feel them carrying me, in long strides until they place me onto the bed, I open my eyes but my vision is still blurred, it seems like a few minutes until my eyesight returns to normal and I stare at the stranger, the doctor walks over and sits on the portable chair next to me, one of those you usually find in an office.
"Hello Claire, I'm Doctor Hogan, do you remember where you are?" He asks before shining a light in my eyes. I slowly nod my head.
"What year is it Claire?" He questions, the answer pretty obvious.
"It's 2013" I say, fully confident in my answer.
"Yes, well done Claire" The doctor continues to ask me various obvious questions such as who the president is, I seemed to remember most general knowledge questions but when he began to ask more personal questions about my life, my school, boyfriends, family, I had no idea, why can't I remember anything?I couldn't even remember who my parents were. I feel tears flooding down my cheeks and I turn to face the wall, embarrassed, ashamed. The doctor asks more questions but I don't reply, there is no point, I try hard to block out the world and the nightmare I'm in, I pinch my arm, just in case their is any hope that I could wake up from this nightmare, after a few minutes of the doctor trying to get me to turn around I hear him leave, I sigh in relief but then I realize that the stranger hasn't left, my body tightens.
"Claire, honey, please turn around" I ignore his request and gently he turns me over with his hands and crouches down and stares into my eyes.
"Claire, I'm Shane, Eve and Michael are going to come to the hospital, they are on their way now, ok?" I just stare back at him, completely unaware of who these people are.
"Claire, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to push the door so hard, I just needed to talk to you, before it was too late, I needed to get you back before Charlie-" As soon as I heard that name my head shot up, Charlie, I know that name, I know him, he was a boy right?
"What is it Claire?" He asks me.
"Charlie, I know that name."
