chapter 10 guys! We got there lol. Ok well heres a little bridge to the next part of the story. I hope you enjoy it. Fyi, the competition I still open as I have not found a winner! so keep the guesses coming in xxx I'm sorry if my updates arent every other day because now I'm back at school and I am extremely busy! But I write during my breaks so there will hopefully be two more chapters next week any way. Ok enough from me. Enjoy . . .

Claire's POV

Streaming lights.

A beeping sound.

Voices all around me.

Slowing my eyes opened to a bright light. Quickly I closed them again as the light began to give me a headache.

"Claire please of open you eyes." I heard an unfamiliar voice say. No, that was not going to happen.

"Out of the way!" I heard another order the other. "Claire baby, please do as the doctor asks." Doctor? My eyes shot open as I began to register where I was. Curtain, machines, a man in a white lab coat. I was in an experiment room? What the hell.

"Claire your in hospital."

Oh. Whoops. "Claire do you know why your here? Do you remember what happened?" The doctor asked. I didnt reply straight away. I was taking in my surroundings. The was a white curtain blocking me off from the rest of the ward, machines scattered around me, a couple stuck to me with those alien looking sucker things, a doctor stood infront of me, and to my left . . .

"Shane!" I cried. He got closer to me and put he strong comforting arms around my shoulders.

"Its ok baby. We'll talk in a minute. Just answer the doctors questions yeah? For me?" I pouted but said

"Ok.". Shane, clearly satisfied, took a few steps back and sat in the chair next to my hospital bed. "She all yours." Shane told the doctor, making it clear that he liked that be could control me better than a doctor could. I should have been annoyed but I let it pass.

"Ok miss Danvers, lets start nice and simple. Do you know why you are here?" Said the doctor. I didnt like him. He was tall but big and scruffy looking with an ordor that was definitely not aftershave. And he was patronising. I thought for a second before answering his question.

"I fainted." I said slowly, starting to remember the events of . . . wait . . . "How long have I been here?" I asked.

"Nearly seven hours." The doctor replied. "Now if I could -" "-wait seven hours? That must mean that its night time!" I interupted.I jumped out of the bed, ignoring the beeping alarms as wires were pulled off me and opened the curtains, allowing myself to see that yes, it was dark out of the window. Perfect.

Around me in the other beds were patients. Child patients. A small girl was in the bed opposite me, clinging to her teddy with big, scared eyes. A boy slightly older, maybe 12 or 13, was asleep in the bed next to her, with a drip running through his arm and an oxygen tank at the end of one of the several wires incerted in his nose, maybe to help him breathe? Then my eyes settled on the girl in the bed next to me. She was sat, legs crossed, reading a gossip magazine. She looked fourteen, maybe fifteen, and she was shaking. But I don't think she was cold. She was wearing a vest, like the ones you wear on a boat, which was attached to a small michanical box. Thats what was making her shake. I couldnt help but feel drawn to this girl, like I was meant to talk to her, meant to discover her story. It wasnt till she looked up from her magazine and to me that I realised I was staring. Instead of oooking angry at my staring, she simply smiled at me and waved slightly. I returned the smile and was about to speak when a hand gently pulled me back behind the curtain by my arm.

"Claire the sooner you answer the Doc's question the sooner you can do as you please." Shane reasoned with me.

"First I have question." I said. I turned to look at the doctor. "You put me on a pediatric ward. Why? I'm nearly 18!" I exclaimed. "Exactly that. You are 'nearly' 18. So therefore you will stay on pediatric until further test are done." He replied simply. I looked at Shane for support but he simply winked at me, finding this amusing.

I turned my attention back to the Doctor and with a sigh said

" Fine. Ask me your questions."

An hour later I was finally alone. With the doctor, who I learnt waas called Dr Marshel, interigation over, I was left alone with Shane until visiting times were over. He told me he'd come back tomorrow and bring Eve and Michael with him. Apparently Eve was worried stiff. For a moment I began to feel guilty that I hadn't even considered how Eve was. After all, I didnt collaspe right infront of her. "I'll be out of here tomorrow. " I told Shane. "Its probably only down to low sugar levels." Even though Shane hadn't disagreed, he had agreed with me either. But I tried not to think about it. I knew there was nothing wrong with me either.

I had pulled the curtain away hoping to see the girl with the vest, but she wasnt there. And now, even though it was only half eight in the evening, I was extremely tired and I felt sleep pulling me away to ready myself for the next day.

I will try and take one day at a time, face reality as it, not making up a fantasy. Life is often tough, and to survive you have to show it that you are not scared. But the truth is,

I'm petrified.

Ok I know that I said in my last chapter you would fine out what was wrong with Claire, but things change. Maybe in the next chapter . . .