A/N: Guys, I know it has been like forever since I updated, and I am sooo sorry for that! I've been working, and having to take summer school in order to get my dipolma, and plannig my wedding, and registering for college, and well, its just been hell. I totally forgot about this story. It really got put on the back burner. Not to mention I had really bad writers block for awhile, that's why this chapter is short and kind of sucks. But anyway, I'm back and I'll try not to take so long in between chapters from now on. Sorry again, and thanks for waiting. Here it is:

Heather woke up with a groan and opened her eyes. She looked around, unsure of where she was. It looked to be some sort of medical room. Slowly, things started to come back to her: her last day home, the arrival at Horizon, the rules, the search, the physical, the run, and then, black. As she was remembering those things, the same doctor, that she vaguely remembered from before, came in, to check on her.

"Oh good, you're awake! I'll go and tell Peter and Sophie." And with that, he left just as quickly as he had arrived.

A few moments later, Peter and Sophie came in.

"Oh Heather, we were so worried." Sophie said, relief in her voice.

"Yea, well, I'm very sorry I troubled you." Heather was obviously trying to get them off her back by using her politeness. "Really, I'm quite fine now. No need to bother with me."

"Heather," it was now Peter's turn to speak, "You aren't fine. You freaked out over the thought of having to change into a gown. Then you ran, and lost consciousness. You've been out for about 2 hours. Now, would you care to tell us why you think you passed out?"

"Um, well, it was probably just heat exhaustion. I am wearing a long sleeve shirt and long jeans." But at that sentence, realization hit her, and she looked down. No longer was she wearing her clothes, but instead, the dreaded gown, and at that, she started to cry.

Sophie was the first to speak, "Oh, Heather, baby, it's okay. It will be alright, shush, shush." She said, as she tried to put her arms around Heather.

However, Heather was quickly going into hysterics. "NO! GET OFF OF ME! STAY AWAY! NO!" She was shaking now. Peter looked at Sophie, unsure of what to do, and slowly walked up to Heather.

"Heather, you need to calm down. You're too weak to be getting this upset."

"NO! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUTME! YOU VIOLATED MY PRIVACY! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE MY CLOTHES AND YOU DID ANYWAY! HOW COULD YOU!? I THOUGHT I WAS SUPPOSE TO TRUST YOU!!!"

"Heather, we do want you to trust us, but we were worried about you, and we needed to know what we were up against." Peter was speaking now, using his soothing tone that usually gets the kids to calm down. "We didn't mean to hurt you, but baby, you've been hurt enough it seems. Please, please, let us help you."

Heather's screaming and yelling had calmed to a muffled sobbing. After they had seen that she was calming down enough to be left alone, and also seeing that they weren't going to be getting anywhere talking to here right then, they left to go outside, leaving Heather in the doctor's care once more.

~Once outside.~

Peter and Sophie sat down on the steps outside of the infirmary, both letting a tired sigh.

"Peter," Sophie began, "what are we going to do with her. She's so confused and hurt, and she doesn't trust anybody! It looks to me like she's going to be harder to crack than Shelby, and that by itself is a horribly scary thought!"

"I know what you mean. But for right now, we'll just have to keep a close watch on her, and make sure she sees that we care."

And with that Sophie went back into the infirmary and Peter left to get back to reading Heather's monstrous file, in hopes of understanding his student more.