A/N: So... many... reviews... Is amazed I can't believe this has been on my laptop for months without me even thinking about posting it!!! Thank you sooo much guys XD :hugs:

I can't access my reviews right now so I can't reply... looks guilty I'm sorry :( Also VERY sorry for the delay! I'm sorry for everything really lol.

But thanks to everyone XD I loved them XD And 14 faves and 57 alerts!!!!! OMG! I'm sooooo happeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

OMG I PASSED MY GRAMMAR SCHOOL EXAM!!!!! XD Congrats to Hayley too xD I think she's signed up on here as welll XD In the middle of history lol. Oooh and in the middle of history, I got bored studying oliver Cromwell and Charles the first, so I checked the stats on here and there was a lovely surprise of a review XD :screams: Only 7 to go till I reach the target I've been after since I was 12.

I have a confession too... I wrote this when I was 11 BUT I posted it when I was 13 so it's okay... btw Shivers and Shakes is purely my 12 year old writing. xD yay me lol.

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(JD)

Do you ever get those dreams when you try to run from someone, chasing you through your mind and imagination... and you're so terrified you just run for miles just to get away; but then it comes to a point where you're just so tired and out of breath you just allow yourself to be caught? Then you wake up, gasping for each breath, still trapped in your own mind, even though trying to remember the dream is almost like keeping water in cupped hands.

I guess it's times like this when you realize just how much life is a nightmare. The dreams you dread, where no one can hear you scream... no one can pull you out of it's cold depths... it's all up to you. Yet your mind sacrifices you to it's sadistic pleasure until you force yourself free.

It happens over and over again, causing majorly annoying déjà vu, yet you still can't remember why you were running... why you're so scared.

The absolutely, positively, stupidly, unrealistically sucky situation I'm in right now is just a reminder of how scarily much dreams are like life.

Then suddenly I was ripped back from my morphine-induced state of deep thinking when balaclava dude (as I have now taken to calling him) pulled a blindfold off my face.

I didn't even know I was wearing a blindfold.

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(Dr Cox)

I've been pacing up and down the ward now for ten minutes. These bloody new nurses are terrible. They can't seem to do anything right. Newbie has been gone for ten minutes now and they haven't been able to find him… if something's happened to him someone may have to die…

Suddenly I almost leap 20ft in the air as my mobile rings. With shaking hands I reach into my pocket, pull out my phone and hold it to my ear.

"Talk to me," I order. It's probably best to try and sound in charge in a situation like this, but my voice says otherwise.

"Cox," comes a voice. A deep, menacing sounding voice. Fantastic.

"Yes?" I reply, at a loss of what else to say. God, I wish my voice would stop shaking. I hear what sounds like a sigh.

"Move the phone," he says. I frown, and slowly move the phone away from my ear. I look at it and am mildly surprised to see a picture of a man in a balaclava. Ah, video messaging. I see.

"Who are you?" I demand. It looks like he's smiling, but I can't tell, what with the balaclava and all.

"My name is Cameron."

"Hello Cameron," I say cheerfully, "Where's JD?"

"Dorian is right here," he replies suavely. I scan the small screen.

"Where?" I ask. I can't see him. The camera is then turned slightly and I see him kneeling on the floor next to a wall, half asleep. You can hardly blame him – he's drugged up to his eyeballs on morphine and various other painkillers from here before he went.

He looks up at the camera helplessly and a chill goes down my spine as I see his eyes. He's weak, and scared. Oh God. I suppose this is my fault, isn't it?

"I trust you remember what you did to Jacob's mother?" I sigh inwardly. Not this again.

"I didn't do anything to Jacob's mother," I reply. A mocking smile spreads across Cameron's face (well, once again, I kinda assume it does as he is wearing a balaclava) as he moves over to JD.

"Just as I'm not about to do anything to Dorian," he says, reaching out to him. I watch the screen with a sense of foreboding as he grabs JD's hair.

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(JD)

I only seem to be able to see a blur. There's another balaclava dude holding a camera out to us. What's he doing, filming us or something?

I can vaguely here Dr Cox's voice. Hang on… why can I hear his voice? That can't be right… then on the screen of the phone I can see him watching us, looking rather concerned. What's that? Video messaging or something?

Balaclava guy #1 starts to walk towards me as balaclava guy #2 follows him with the phone.

"Just as I'm not about to do anything to Dorian," he says. Why's he saying that? What's that meant to mean?

Suddenly his hand flies out to my head and grabs my hair and he yanks my head back. I scream out in pain as my neck is bent backwards. I can hear Dr Cox shouting something down the phone, something along the stop-hurting-JD-he-did-nothing-to-you lines.

Balaclava guy #1 lets go of my hair and my head flies forward again. He says something to Dr Cox, something about some guy called Jacob and his mother.

"I couldn't have saved her!" Dr Cox argues back angrily.

"Don't lie," Balaclava guy #1 says. Is that what this is all about? Some guy's mother who Dr Cox couldn't save? As balaclava dude says something more I muse for a moment about how it's not his fault she died, when I suddenly feel a horrible pain in my side.

I collapse so the ground as balaclava dude starts to kick me again. Ow, bloody hell, stop it! This is really painful… I start to cry in pain but my voice is muffled by my hands.

My whole fuzzy world becomes a... well... fuzzier as blow after blow landed on every square of my body. Who have I pissed off from above to deserve this crap?

Through the pressing darkness in my head, I heard a familiar voie shouting. the voice sounded tinny as if it was a recording, but strangley reassuring.

Reassuring enough to convince me just to uccumb to the darkness crowding my vision... besides... If staying awake hurt so much, what was the point in staying awake?

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I'M SOOOOO SORRY FOR THE DELAY!!!!

A massive thanks and a huge Sawyer and David Tennant shaped cookie for the fantastic taby42 who made a huge contribution to this chapter xD.

I made myself a Charlie cookie xD :O Just seen season one of Lost - they hung him to a tree:hugs Charlie:

Yes, I have just found out I actually love Lost xD