Hi all so sorry for not updating more. My brain has been slow and dumb it happens when sleep is weird, and you don't get off of work till5 in the morning. Oh the joy of my life.

Enjoy

The time has come. It was a day like any other, a Tuesday to be exact. My nerves came back on-line, to use computer terms. Excruciating pain is no where near a detailed word to describe what it feels like. I was talking with Logan and Erik when it started. Logan was the first to notice the pain that I was trying to hide. I got out of there as fast as I could. Frying the circuits to my door as my mind went blank with pain. Vaguely I can recall the sound of the door behind me being forced open violently. Feeling the pain of someone picking me up. The screams streaming from my already hoarse throat. Shaking of the hands and arms holding me as not even a moment later I am placed back onto the floor. For it is cool on the floor and it does not move.

When the pain recedes, and my vision starts to clear as I clear the gunk from my eyes. My eyelashes pulling apart slowly due to them crusted together from the amount of tears. Turning my head I see all three of the guys asleep either on the floor or up against the wall. Each one looking exhausted. Bags under their eyes and worried lines on their faces. Logan was even looking worse for wear. Even though I was now out from under the pain exhaustion was making my body heavy. My mind was sluggish, and slow. Finally sleep came to me again, and this time I didn't fight it.

Hours or even maybe the next day I woke up again. This time the guys were gone. I was trying to get up when Logan came in.

"Guy's get in here she's up" Logan screamed out through the door he just came in. Soon the thundering sound of heavy and rushed footsteps are louder and the others rush to my side.

"What in the name of all that is good in the universe was happening to you" Stephen was questioning me.

"I...I..." my throat was so raw that the words refused to come out. So the next thing I know Erik is shoving a glass of water in my face. Slowly Logan sits me up so that I can let my throat start to heal. After I slowly finish the glass of water with the help of Logan holding the glass for me. Seeing as I was so weak that even holding the glass was a strain. I tried again.

"I'm ... sorry ... about ... that... nerves ... re.. attaching" was all I could say at the moment, but it was enough to get my point across.

Looks of surprise was evident on their tired faces. Exhaustion was over taking me again like I had no choice in the matter. Logan noticed how I slumped against him.

"Guys she's drifting off again" Logan's voice was getting softer as sleep was encompassing me once more.

Waking up again in a bed was a new experience or at least one that I had not had in a long time. Thinking back on it I was on that alien planet last time I was actually able to lay down, and I wasn't exactly sleeping then. Just as I was starting to think about it more the door opens to reveal Erik with a glass of water in his hand. Seeing me awake he rushes to my side spilling half of the glass between the door and my bed. Still weak he comes to help me sit up and then brings the glass of water with the remaining amount to my still sore throat. As I finish off the water my stomach starts to growl with hunger and disuse. Oh what a joy this is going to be. I so hate my life right now.

"You had us scared Katherine first if you ever rush out of the room like that again don't fry the circuits to your door. Second let us know what is going to happen so that we can be prepared for it. Third and not last how are you feeling" Erik looked at me with concern written on his face.

"I'm fine" I manage to speak hoarsely, but with a small smile.

"You were out for three weeks" Erik explains in his teacher voice that I remember from when I was younger.

Surprise shows on my face. The last time that it happened I was only out for a week tops. Three weeks was a lot of time.

"How ...long ...did ...pain..." still not able to talk very much I was trying to figure out the differences between then and now in my head.

"Four full days" he answered. His face haunted by he's remembrance of the scene that I had acted out involuntarily. I think that is what I hate the most about the whole experience. How my own body betrays me and loses time. Now the recovery starts for real. All the progress that I have made within the last couple of months means nothing now the real journey begins.