Here is a serving of chapter 3: with a side of vegetables, no tomatoes and extra chips. This is a TINY update but I got distracted and COULD NOT stop reading "My Saving Grace" (great fanfic, I read it all the way through) then I went on a holiday :P

The chapters at the start of this story are going to be very slow updates because its hard to build up the story (I just want to get to the drama! but I NEED to set out the background carefully for everything later on :S) it's REALLY hard writing these chapters but once I get to Summer Bay, the updates will be regular.

I find it pretty hard to write long chapters so I figure, when I get this fic up and running, I will have short (but regular!) updates. Anyway it's quality over quantity right :) So if you reckon this fic is quality then please review because it will encourage me to write these tedious first chapters quicker :D

CHAPTER 3

During my time in hospital, Dr Thomas had been a rock to me. Whilst I was struggling with my injuries; physical and psychological, he had been there for me. In between Jessie's cooing and the endless reassurance that came from the hospital staff and the police, Dr Thomas hadn't tried to rush anything. He had just sat by my bedside and didn't patronise me as he jotted notes on his clipboard. Now as he sat before me, I felt a glimmer of hope. Apart from the nice nurse, he was the only person I trusted since I had woken up. I guessed there were more people that I just couldn't remember but for now he was it; he was my only friend.

I stood before him, only now becoming aware of my mouth, which was gaping wide like a fish out of water. I had no idea what to say, so I sat in the seat opposite him and gazed into his hazel eyes.

"It's great to see you again Sarah" he said, breaking the tension.

"Uh yeah, it's um... good to see you too. How have you been?" I replied. Although I liked Dr Thomas, it was so strange after months of near isolation to have a normal conversation under almost normal circumstances.

"I have been fine, but that doesn't matter, I am concerned about you. So how have you been, are you coping alright?" he said, his brow wrinkling with concern.

"Well; I still have nightmares, I live in a high security psycho unit and I cannot remember anything about myself so I am doing great thank you very much!" I snapped back sarcastically, but instantly regretted it as Dr Thomas lowered his gaze to his feet. I needed to keep him onside, or I could possibly lose the only visitor I had ever had. "Sorry, it's just hard you know. Everyone thinks I'm crazy, including you I guess. I don't know, maybe I am crazy."

"I don't think you're crazy Sarah." He said to no one in particular, his gaze still focussed on the floor.

"Don't patronize me" I spat back "just come out and say what you really think okay!"

"I don't think you're crazy, I truly don't" Dr. Thomas whispered back as he brought his eyes back to mine. I felt a little confused by this statement. I mean, if he as a doctor didn't think I was crazy, then how did I end up getting shoved into this madhouse. Or maybe he was just trying to comfort me, whatever, the deed was done because, if I wasn't crazy when I was admitted, I would certainly be crazy now.

"Do you really mean that, or are you just telling me what I want to hear?" I kept my eyes glued to his, my body rigid with anticipation, just waiting for his answer...

"Yes, I really mean it; I know you are not crazy. I'm just sorry you ended up in this place" he nodded to the white walls.

"You're sorry are you?" I said, my frustration reaching dangerous levels. "You're sorry for what, being the one that recommended this place, for being the one that signed the admission papers!" I stared icily at him as guilt flooded his face.

"Please stop, Sarah!" he pleaded "I just need to explain!"

"Explain what exactly? How sorry you are for getting me stuck in a mental hospital? Well I'm sorry but I am not really in the mood for excuses!" I probably shouldn't have been attacking him like that, but quite frankly, I didn't care.

"Please let me talk Sarah!" he pleaded. I nodded my head, signalling him to start talking. "First of all I never wanted to put you in this sort of place, but it was for your own good, you weren't safe at the City Hospital. Inspector Davison told me that in your early life you made quite a few enemies, and you were mentally unstable."

"So you, knowing that I wasn't a complete basket case, decided to get me chucked in a nuthouse! And how do you make enemies that are that dangerous, what did I do, steal their lunch money?" My previous life was getting more confusing by the second.

"I really can't tell you that Sarah, the police swore me to secre.."

"Bullcrap! It's MY life and I have the right to know what I did!" I screamed, jumping up from my chair. At this a pair of security guards rushed over and grabbed me by the arms, locking me in their grip. "Please Dr. Thomas, please" I cried, the whole room now staring at my howling figure. Dr. Thomas rose from his chair and gave me a hug, something I hadn't experienced for 6 months and 18 days.

"I'll be back Sarah" he whispered in my ear, his mouth hidden by my hair "and I will help you."

Then the guards took me back to my cell.