A/N: Back to Casey's POV

"This is your room." Casey blinked as she sat down on the bed. It was so strangely uncomfortable, and obsessively clean. The bed was pink, and the walls were purple. Everything was organized. The windows were slightly open, letting the fresh scent of evening float into the room, but she could not smell it. The boy's musky cologne overpowered it. It tickled her nose.

"So," he said, brushing against her arm to get to the window. He closed it, and turned around to face her. "Let's have a look around then, shall we?" He said, with just a smidgen of uncertainty.

"You don't know where anything is, do you?" she simply said, looking at him in the eye. She sighed.

"No," Derek said quickly, "but I thought it might be better if someone was here to help you."

"Couldn't the girl—Lily?"

"Lizzie."

"—help me instead?"

"Well, if you want me out of here so bad…" He looked disappointed. He made to move for the door. She stopped him with a small touch on his arm, causing him to look down at her. She looked straight into his warm brown eyes, and opened her own blue ones wide, showing him the loneliness and pain she felt inside.

"No," she said quietly. Then a little bit more firmly, "no I don't." She didn't want to face this foreign place alone. And this boy, Derek, seemed to know her best, even if he had no clue to where her pajamas were hidden. No matter. They would search all night if it needed be. She gave him a small smile, sliding her hand down his arm to capture his hand in hers. He gave it a slight squeeze, and easily lifted her off the bed to guide her to the closet.

"Um…" he said, opening the closet door, revealing a bright array of t-shirts and collared shirts, long sleeves and short sleeves.

"Do you need some help?" she asked, stifling a laugh. Her blue eyes twinkled for the first time since she woke up in the hospital. It seemed like ages ago.

He scratched his head, and shrugged at her.

"I'm kinda hopeless in this department," he confessed. "So you wanna do the looking around for clothes while I keep you company while looking at you looking around for clothes?"

"Uh…sure?"

She began to ruffle through the items in the closet, and the drawers, not sure of what she was looking for. She felt like she was in a department store, looking through new clothes. These even looked and felt new, they were so clean.

"Um, Derek?"

"Yeah, Case?"

"What exactly am I looking for?"

"Oh, right, I forgot. You usually wear a tight tank top and underwear to sleep," he pointed out, a smirk creeping into his voice.

"What!" Casey protested, shocked and confused. Was Derek telling her the truth? She blanched at the notion of wearing just about nothing to bed. Maybe she was that type of girl…

A low chuckle could be heard. She spun around to find Derek laughing at her expression.

"It's really quite sexy," he insisted, his infamous Derek smirk on his face. (Of course, she didn't know yet that it was infamous.) It made him seem more distant, condescending, and a little cruel. Perhaps this was what he was really like, mercilessly teasing his sister all the time. She suddenly felt loneliness overcome her again.

"Maybe…maybe you should leave now," she said softly, looking down at her hands, currently holding a purple tee.

Derek's smirk fell off his face immediately. She closed her eyes, trying to reel in her emotions. Suddenly she felt his arms around her, holding her tight.

"Sorry…" he said, voice muffled on her shoulder. His body was warm; it made her realize how cold she was under the hospital robes. "I forgot. I forgot, and I'm sorry… I'll try and remember, but it's so hard. I'll try…" he trailed off, pulling back to look at her face.

His thumb caressed her cheek ever so slightly and tenderly, and she shivered. (From the cold?) He paused a moment, and let his hand drop. With a sigh, he moved away from her, and turned to the closet.

"I'll help you, as little as I know about girls' clothes, I'll help you for real this time. 'Kay?"

She looked at him for a moment, unsure whether or not she could trust him. After a beat, she replied, "'Kay."

A/N: A little awkward there, I know. Trying to get the plot going... And yeah, it will be a "forbidden love" thing cuz Casey thinks Derek's her REAL brother.