Nick woke at 10 'o' clock the next morning. A fresh pair of clothes were waiting on the chair. He hobbled over and took the clothes to the bathroom to get changed. Overnight a nurse had put a stretchy support on his ankle. He hopped around the room while trying to put his jeans on and the baggy T-Shirt didn't aggravate the slit on his forearm. Upon entering his ward again, a Doctor was waiting.

"Mr Lucas, how're you feeling?" He asked.

"Fine, a bit achy, and a little traumatised and worried beyond belief about Annie but other than that great." Nick answered, a hint of sarcasm creeping into his voice towards the man who interrupted his eagerness to hobble on down to intensive care.

"Right. I'll take you to Miss Taylor's ward." The Doctor said. Nick followed as quickly as he could, wondering if Annie was conscious yet. The Doctor left Nick at the door. He limped and sat on a chair to Annie's right. He rested his good ankle on the side of the bed, his knee half bent. Annie looked worse than she had the night before. There was a wet towel on the bed side table, Nick picked it up, gently brushed Annie's fringe out her eyes and very delicately placed the towel on Annie's forehead. She stirred, Nick didn't move. Her eyes opened, flicking almost immediately to Nick. Her hand rose to her forehead, barely touching it yet she winced.

"H-h-h-how? W-wh-where? Wh-who?" She stuttered and was shaking. "Who are you? What happened?" Tears and pleading in her high pitched panicky voice.

"You don't remember?"

"Nothing." Nick didn't know where to start. "What happened to your arm?"

"The same thing that happened to…" Nick trailed off. He pulled Annie's sheets back, her shirt up. She gasped. The nurses had given up trying to bandage Annie's middle last night when they realised it would be easier when she was conscious. She looked up at Nick's face.

"You're that guy from that band…" Annie trailed.

"Jonas. Yeah, my name's Nick Lucas." Nick was devastated that she didn't remember him nor the amazing time they'd had together.

"What happened? How did I meet you?" Annie asked again. Nick sighed.

"We were at a club. You and I met at the bar, our friends had dragged us there and we both hated it. I bought you a drink, we got talking and conversation flowed." Nick smiled to himself. "You went to the bathroom and some guy spiked your drink while I wasn't looking. You came back and we talked about how football is a pointless game, that I'd give you guitar lessons and how we could maybe play golf together sometime. Then you admitted you didn't feel well, I left a message for Joe, Stella and Kevin, you text your friends and we left the club. There weren't any cabs so I thought I knew a backstreet where we could find one. I gave you my blazer; you were shivering in the beautiful blue green dress you were wearing. You asked if we could stop for a minute, I figured you felt dizzy. I noticed a dodgy guy enter the alleyway the same direction we'd come from. You were barely aware of him. He started taunting us; you gathered your strength and tried to defy him. He tried to strangle you and I tried to punch him. He punched me back and knocked me out. I woke up about 3 minutes later handcuffed to a dumpster, blood dripping down my arm, my ankle throbbing and my heart pounding, worried about you. You had blood running down your face and back and bruises round your neck. Then he slashed your stomach with his knife. He ditched the weapon, picked you up and threw you against the wall. It was terrible. I turned to look for someone to help us, my vision had blurred. I saw the guy practically lying on top of you and, I think he raped your unconscious body. I called for help again. The guy lit a match by your body, your clothes engulfing the flame. I passed out and woke up here." Nick recalled his detailed account.

"He, r-raped me?" Annie stuttered. Nick hated seeing her in such distress. Annie tried to sit up but struggled, Nick helped her. Her back was leaning on the head of the bed. Nick pulled her into a tight hug and she hugged him back, unsure of his identity. Nick could feel how weak she was, and how cautious; she didn't remember him.

"I'm sorry," Nick apologised.

"For what? Telling me exactly what happened as it was? I'd rather you were honest than filling my mind with pointless drivel."

"No. For not doing something more when,"

"Nick," Annie interrupted. "You're here now. That's all I care." Annie smiled. Nick slid his hand in hers. Their eyes met. "So what happened with us last night?" Annie asked, pulling her hand out of Nick's, for her this was their first meeting.

"You asked me if you could take some pictures of my brothers and I for your English project, your personal passion was photography. You said you were taking music though didn't excel and would like to play the guitar, I offered to teach you. I wondered if maybe you'd take some of your dramatic pictures for our next album cover but never got the chance to ask. We took pictures of our friends doing the Macarena on stage." Nick laughed to himself. Annie was smiling.

"I fell for you." She stated.

"You remember?" Nick asked.

"No. I don't want to. But I know I'd love a guy like you, you're really sweet, no one's ever remembered so much about me before. But I guess I ruined that by not remembering." Annie sighed.

"Never." Nick whispered, finding Annie's weak grip again. She met his gaze.

"Where do we stand then?" Annie asked, wanting to be clear of all the details. Nick remained silent. "We could give it a go?"

"What if it goes wrong?"

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