Hello again, sorry for the break. I've had a lot of schoolwork to do since the tests are coming and all so.. Sorry for that. Anyway, I'm here now with a new chapter. This one is a bit shorter than usual, because I felt like this was a good spot to stop. There's gonna be propably a lot of unnecessary narrating, forgive me. Also, I want to thank all the reviews/followers/favourites so much! baumka41, WWWDawtCom, sin97, deangirl83, Lbozzie, LittleSlytherin394 and willoffire123, thank you! Buuut, enough with the talking and here's the chapter!

Nate's POV

(5 weeks later)

Nathan woke up to the sound of people talking. Talking, right next to him. He kept his eyes closed, in case of anything good came up what the people wouldn't want him to hear. He had learned to do that only few years back when Elena had been the one 'sleeping', she had been unconcious though.. She had told him about her faking it for a while. It made sense, then she could have heard him crying and that's how she knew. It made sense.

Unfortunately for Nate, these people quickly walked farther away, just out of reach of his hearing. Nate shrugged in his mind fro the missed opportunity and quickly opened his eyes to see a white roof. Their bedroom didn't have that white roof. Where the hell was he? He moved his gaze quickly around the bald room, over the 'get well' and 'we love you' balloons that were floating next to the door, which was, surprisingly, as white as the roof. Nate looked over to the only tiny window in the corner of the room, where the last light beams from the orange sunset shone inside through the blinds. Sunset looked orange. Like a fall's orange. It wasn't fall yet, right? It was so orange it hurted his eyes for a bit. Nate brought his hand to wipe off some sweat from his temple, but soon noticed that there was a small tube going through his skin.

He noticed someone standing next to his bed, touching slightly his arm. He quickly felt a pinch and some burning in his hand. He winced to it and almost started to fight back, confused of his surroundings. It was always fight or flight. This time the fight kicked in faster and he started to pull away from the person, panic shining from his eyes.

"Mr. Drake? Oh my god.."

Nate continued to fight the girl and succeed to push her away from him, who fell to the floor, dropping something jingling with her. In a second there was two other people, both men. The other one stayed at the door and helped the girl get up while the other walked towards Nate. He quickly searched the room for any weapons, but it all blank. The man approached Nate, but as soon as he was close enough, Nate's fist met the man's nose. He stumbled backwards holding his nose and then they were all yelling something to… each other? Nate? He wasn't listning anyway, enemy was an enemy.

"Mr. drake stop, we're here to help!"

Why was the enemy trying to appease him? For distraction maybe? Nate's fear grew bigger as the other guy walked next to the other and they pinned his back against his bed. Now Nate was fighting for his life, struggling to free himself without success.

"Mr. Drake, you're tearing your stitches!"

"Sedate him, now!"

The girl came back with a sharp object in her hands. That was a needle. A big needle. Nate swallowed thickly and kicked one of the men. What a hell was going on? Was this another crazy black ops –shit? Nathan managed to pull one last punch to one of the guys before his hands were held back. In a second Nate felt another sharp pinch at his neck and then his muscles relaxed completely against his will. This crossed Nate's line of calm. A high beeping alarm filled the room as Nate started hyperventilating. He was now covered in cold sweat, blood soaking his shirt aroud his stomach, unable to breathe properly.

"Put him under, he's going into cardiac arrhythmia! Mr. Drake!"

Then a white mask covered his mouth and nose.

Sorry for a bit short chapter, I'm going to post chapter 4 ASAP