Unreal or not I really like the chapter. What is real and what isn't? Please for gods sake review. I need you guys advise and stuff. Just tell me what you like or hate about it. Please?

" Sssshhh, I think he's waking up."

The voices around where vague and from a far but Trowa definitely heard them. A soft groan escaped the injured pilots lips. What had happened and where was he? Any moment now he expected to hear Duo's voice booming through the room, telling him to get his lazy ass of the bed but nothing happened. What he did hear where woman's voices somewhere around them. Neither of them where Evelyn. The only possibility left was that he was captured. But if he was captured then why wasn't he dead? Confused, Heavy Arms pilot made an attempt to open his eyes.

Two nurses where each standing on a side of his bed but they escaped his eyesight. For a moment the world around him was hazy. Everything around him however seemed to be in the same nauseating white colour. Headache forced him to close his eyes again, they felt damn heavy. So he wasn't home after all. Internally he sighed, moving his hands under the covers for any hints on his current physical condition. A thick neatly wrapped bandage covered the entire extent of his upper body.

" You been hit by a bullet, sir." A voice on his right hand side squeaked.

Trowa snapped his eyes open to meet a pair of green orbs hidden behind a pair of glasses. The girl had to be younger then him though it wouldn't be much. She was wearing a nurses uniform in the same pink shade her cheeks where momentarily coloured. Hospital, so that's where he was.

" Am I a prisoner?" He asked cautiously, the mere sound of his own voice made him flinch. Whatever bullet hit him the impact of it was pretty intense even now.

The girls face paled, then flushed again. Her eyes widened slightly at the question that came out of the blue. It actually looked like the guy was serious. " Priso..." She almost choked on her own words, nervously playing with the sleeves of her uniform and backing away from the bed slightly. " No...no sir." She stammered, pushing the glasses up her nose with her index finger. " Someone broth you in yesterday, sir. You are in St Mary's hospital, London."

St Mary's? Trowa arched his brow at this. There was a St Mary's hospital in London? It was the first time he ever heard of it but the girl already looked at him funny, probably thinking he was some escaped patient from the loony bin, so he kept his mouth and nodded like he knew exactly what she was talking about. It didn't seem like he was captured, the girl despite her nerves didn't lie, at least he didn't think so.

" I'll tell the doctor you came round sir. Do you need anything?" Her eyes seemed to big for her head. She looked like a frightened little bird, seemingly very eager to get out of the room.

Trowa shook his head. It didn't look like he would get any useful info from the girl even if he bothered to ask so he didn't. He closed his eyes and when he opened them seconds later the girl was gone. He reached for the side table in attempt to get a hold of the glass of water. His mouth felt dry like paper, but his attempt failed. The bandage was enabling him to lift his arm higher then a few centimetres before a vicious sting painfully reminded him of his condition. No water till the nervous girl or someone else came back to check on him.

Meanwhile his eyes dwelled across the room. The curtains around his bed where open, granting view of the large window that kind of ironically viewed a brick wall on the other side of a courtyard. There was also an other bed. Across his own, inhumanly pale under the spotless white sheets lay the boned figure of a girl. If it wasn't for sot yet stable rising of her chest he would have thought she was dead but judging from the state she was in she might as well be. Hooked to all sorts of machines, monotone bleeping or making other noises. It broth a sense of sorry to his mind. Why was he in the same room with a girl though? He discarded the thought with a mental shrug since he couldn't really do it and took his eyes of her. It didn't look like she would wake any time soon anyway.

Minutes passed by slightly and at some point he might have drifted of. Trowa couldn't really remember but when he opened his eyes next someone sat across the room on a crutch. The stranger was a guy and was holding the girls hand gently. He looked tired like he had been awake for too long. His hear was a messy black fluff on top of his head.

Trowa turned his head away. It wasn't any of his business. Besides the guys and Evelyn would probably come soon. Surely they could solve the mystery as to how he ended up injured and in hospital.

" Here..."

Trowa gave the guy a questioning look when he suddenly stood near his bed with the glass of water in his hand. He hadn't even heard him move.

" I saw you reach for it earlier." The guy explained with a light shrug, handing it to Trowa. " But you fell a sleep." He turned the straw slightly so Trowa could take it between his lips and drink.

" Thanks.." He muttered. " Could you tell me what day it is?"

" Sure let me think." The guy took the empty glass back giving him an apologising look. " I've been here so long I kind of forgot myself. I believe it's 20-08-2007 though. If you need anything while I'm here just call me. The nurses are way to busy to react to anything unless you have some sort of fit. That's why you're in this room you know, there is simply no other room available. I don't mind, it's some company for Evelyn when I'm not around."

The guy smiled but Trowa hardly heard what he said. " 2007?" He asked shaking his head. " That can't be."

" Uhm I assure you it is. I might have the exact date wrong but if I missed a new years eve surely I would know, I think..." The guy looked at him in a questioning way. " Are you alright?"

Trowa felt how the blood left his face an nodded dumbly. It was impossible, that was all he could think. There was no way it could be 2007. There was no such thing as time travelling, right? He seriously started doubting himself. " I'm fine..." He muttered, swallowing the lump in his throat away.

" You sure?" The guy asked thoughtfully.

Trowa could only nod.

" I'm Alex by the way."

" Trowa."

" I'll let the nurses know that's your name on my way out and send them to fetch you a drink. See you tomorrow Trowa. Do me a favour will you, watch Evelyn for me a little?"

Trowa nodded absently, didn't really notice the guy left. It was just too weird. It couldn't be 2007 it just couldn't be. His eyes dwelled to the girl on the bed, it struck him how she had something familiar over her but he couldn't place a finger on it. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe he was just imagining things. A soft thud shook him from his thoughts. A nurse was standing near his bed ready to leave again. She looked like she was in a great hurry. " Excuse me..?"

" Yes...?" He could feel her unwillingness to answer him as tapped her fingers against the note book she held in her arms.

" Could you tell me the date?"

The nurse looked relieved that seemed all he wanted. " The 29th of august." She answered after which she hastily headed for the door.

" And the year?" He interrupted her walk.

" 2007..." She eyed on him with a little suspicion. " Are you alright sir?"

" Yes, yes I'm fine...I just wondered that's all." He muttered looking away. It didn't take much more the that answer for the nurse to leave the room.

What on earth was going on? Trowa couldn't comprehend the situation anymore. If this was some big joke it was not funny. Even now he expected Duo to walk into the room grinning like idiot to tell him it was all a set up but in the back of his mind he started realising that wasn't going to happen.

Whatever the case was he found his eyes kept dwelling back to the girl. What did that guy say her name was? Trowa failed to remember as well as failing his attempt to sit up. Perhaps checking on the girl to hush the worried feeling in his mind would have to wait till tomorrow. Maybe if he just got some sleep he'd wake up in his own bed and find this entire situation was some weird delusional dream. Sleep, it seemed a very attractive thought. So resting his head on the soft pillow he closed his eyes.

The last words he heard before sleep took him was his own name. Muttered and barely audible but still spoken all the same. What would have him thinking later, was the voice that said it. But that couldn't be right?

It was in the middle of the night when he woke. The room wasn't just dark, it seemed pitch black. Trowa sat up, suppressing a groan. The vicious stinging had subsided to a vague pain but was non the less hindering him in his freedom to move. Except for the noises of the machines in the room he heard nothing but his own and the girls respiration. It was so quiet he could have sworn he and the girl where the only ones in the entire hospital.

He reached for the glass on the side table to drink a little, the window was open and it was cold. Sighing in mock resignation, Trowa slipped of the bed. The medical white tiles felt cold under his bare feet. Despite the darkness he had no trouble to make his way to the window and close it. By now he was more or less fully awake. Not that he had slept well anyway. He couldn't help but to constantly wonder what was going on. He would ask someone tomorrow or otherwise leave the so called hospital to see what ever information he could dig up in town.

For now he would just had to wait until the night was over. He wondered what time it was but didn't see a clock of any sort. The glimpse of the sky he caught however told him it was no where near day. Once again his eyes dwelled to the girl in the bed. She had to be cold with her arms above the covers. For a moment Trowa hesitated, then he walked up to her bed side to lift the blankets slightly and pull them up to her chin.

Her cheekbones where almost sticking out at the sides of her face. The girl seemed nothing more then a sack of bones with skin around them. He stroke some hair from her face. She must have been pretty, Trowa thought while looking at her. It was still dark but the machines where casting a vague glow over her face. Despite the paleness her cheeks where flushed. She was burning up. Trowa felt sorry for her. Somehow she looked so familiar but he still didn't know for sure. Her sickness had mutilated her outstanding facial features.

What was her name? He could have sworn that guy from before had told him. Stiff because of the bandage he reached for the clipboard that stuck out a metal basket at the end of the bed. He would need some light for this. Carefully moving his hand along the wall he made contact with the small switch. The light flickered for a moment. Trowa held the clipboard under it's soft glow, a warmth that seemed in contrast with the medical environment around them.

The girl showed no sign of hinder from the light. She continued sleeping, though her breathing had started to sound more hastily now. Glancing at her momentarily Trowa returned his attention to the clipboard.

Mentally unstable. The girl apparently broth herself into this state. No physical causes for her condition. Happened a couple of yeas ago as well. No one ever came to visit her accept for someone named Alex Montana. After time however she had woken like it never happened. With no memory of the past time although she seemed to confuse her dream with reality. During her illness but also after she continuously talked about ' pilot's and her mission.'

Trowa arched a brow at this information. If not anything else this girl was a little wacky. He continued reading.

A couple of weeks ago she started showing signs of the same illness and after time she had been completely away from the world of the living. Hooked on all possible machines imaginable to keep her alive, the doctors where trying to solve the mystery around her, so far without success. Her name was Evelyn, Evelyn Silk.

The clipboard slipped out of his hands and dropped on the floor. It had to be true because it stood right there in front of his very eyes. He could now even see the resemblance between her and the Evelyn he knew but the same person couldn't be at to places at the same time.

" You know you should be in bed, sir." Trowa turned to stare at the same green orbs that had looked at him earlier. It wasn't till now he noticed the nametag on her chest, Marilyn. How could she still be here? Last he had seen her was a hours ago. The situation was giving him a terrible headache.

He allowed the considerably smaller nurse to guide him back to his own bed with gentle force. " Get some sleep Trowa." She helped him with the covers and switched of the light.

" What is a dream for one is reality for the other. Two worlds, who decides which one is the ultimate reality? When to souls are entwined nothing is impossible. They just don't realise that yet." Marilyn smiled at Trowa's empty bed.