Hey guys, ummm soo what has I been like……3 months? SO sorry, lol. My schedule has just been absolutely ridiculous…. Anyway I know that this chapter sucks, and my writing as really fallen into the gutters, but your honest opinions are still the only thing I want. So enjoy!

Claire POV

I felt my face crumple, and I slumped back on my bed, letting my head fall into my hands. I traced the jagged line of stitches that adorned my forehead, and tried to block the background noise in the room. Quil. My Quil, was hurt, and this time, he wasn't getting better. I shook my head in despair, and felt a pair of small hands rub my back. Glancing upwards, I was glad to find that everyone had left the room excluding Emily and Sam. My parents, standing protectively out in the hallway, their shadows looming through the small door window.

"What… When… What do we know?" I said sadly. Emily looked nervously at Sam.

"Carlisle is doing everything he can." She said softly, and instantaneously I felt the hairs on my back bristle. The vampire doctor.

"Don't worry Claire, he's on our side, he doesn't want to cause anyone any harm." Sam interjected, wrapping his arm around Emily. I grimaced and rubbed at my face as I looked back at Quil, his pristine face lying so still, so dormant that I felt as if a part of me had accepted a death. A death that I couldn't handle. With every ounce of strength I had left to me, I pushed my legs around the bed, touched my toes to the floor, and thrust into a standing position, walking with wobbly legs to the chair directly beside Quil's bed. Sam and Emily made no move to stop me.

I felt tears build in my eyes as I looked down at Quil's hand, raking my gaze over the many compressors and wires sticking from his wrist and fingertips. Despite them all, I carefully moved them aside and wrapped my hand in his, his warm skin not nearly as warm as it used to be. It was almost cold…

Quil POV

Though the world was dark, I felt a new control over my eyelids, and felt that if I had wanted to open them I indeed could, but the weakness I felt in every inch of my body was so overpowering that not even this simple task seemed possible. The shrill beeping of a machine tolled in the background, vibrating my ears with every ring, and making me flinch inwardly at it's loudness. The sound slowly becoming clearer and more defined as if my hearing was coming back with the heat I now felt engulf my body. The werewolf heat.

Claire POV

My eyes had drifted closed after many hours of sitting with Quil, my head resting on the bed supports, and our fingers still intertwined, but as I slept an interruption forced me to open my eyes, and face the issue head on. My hand seemed to be burning. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes with my free hand, and with gentle movements, slowly pulled my imprisoned hand from his grasp, feeling the heat radiate off his skin. Then it hit me. His heat had come back. I nearly jumped from my chair, but with a moment of clear thinking, instead slowly got up from the seat and crawled to the small intercom beside my own bed. The room empty except for the two of us. I pressed the button urgently, and in no time a nurse had come running into the room, her hair messy, and large bags under her eyes.

"Is there anything you need Claire?" She asked in a frazzled voice. I nodded emphatically.

"If you could, I need to speak with Sam and Emily, the couple that were in here earlier, are they out in the hall?" I asked quickly. She pondered my question for a moment, and just before I was about to ask her again, she nodded and turned out of the room.

Seconds later, Emily and Sam appeared, their outward appearances much the same as the nurse's.

"Is everything alright Claire?" Emily asked sweetly, though I detected the hint of exhaustion in her question.

"He's warm, he's really warm…..Werewolf warm." I whispered, pointing to the sleeping Quil with a trembling finger, and a large smile on my face. Sam glanced at Emily, and hurriedly walked to his head and pressed the back of his hand to Quil's cheek, his eyes brightening.

"She's right." He said happily, slowly lifting the short sleeve of Quil's hospital gown. "The cut on his shoulder is almost gone as well. Emily, I think he might be coming around." Sam said excitedly, rolling Quil's sleeve back down as his pack member's hand twitched, and his sleeping lip trembled. Sam signalled for Emily to gather the pack from outside, my first reaction being to tell her not to, to keep Quil all to myself. But I said nothing, and watched anxiously as more of his face seemed to break free from it's icy position.

People crowded the room, and my view of Quil was obscured until Sam created a part between the crowd. I watched his face carefully, and with a small gasp from his lips, his eyes shuddered open and took in the world around him, his brown iris's falling on me in seconds, and smile growing on his face. My expression reciprocating his own. I had found my Quil again.