This is a bit boring in the beginning as well but prepare for the cliffhanger of your lives ;)

Michael waited until Claire and I got inside before peeling out of the drive to get her meds. I was getting worried, Claire seemed even paler than before and I quickly got her into bed. I pulled her to me as she got comfortable, "How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I'm okay." She mumbled sleepily.

I touched my fingers under her chin to make her look at me, "Tell me the truth."

She grimaced, "Okay, I feel like hell."

"I figured." I replied.

She glowered at me, "If you already knew than what was the point of making me answer?"

I chuckled. "I'm trying to show concern."

"Hmm." Was all I got in response. I told her to go to sleep and kissed her hair. I drifted on and off with her until Michael knocked quietly on the door. He came in with Claire's prescription and put it on the nightstand, leaving quickly so he didn't wake Claire.

Although, he really couldn't have made better timing. A short while later, Claire woke up, just about in tears, finally feeling the bruising and the aching. She twisted a weird way in her sleep and must have hurt her ribs in the process. I quickly got her a drink and gave her the medicine, wishing I could have made it go away faster. I rubbed her back as she grimaced in pain until the medicine kicked in and she smiled drowsily. I tried to tell her to go back to sleep, but she refused, a little high. I didn't dare get Michael or Eve, deciding I was going to enjoy her little episode by myself.

I couldn't help but laugh as she giggled at absolutely nothing, making random comments or observations about herself, or me, or Michael, or Eve. Nothing bad, just slightly goofy. The episode was short lived however, when she finally succumbed to the drowsiness. I smiled at her finally relaxed form as the color slowly crept back into her bruised face. About an hour later, I decided to get up, figuring Claire wasn't going to wake up for a while. I left her a short note, letting her know I'd just be downstairs and silently backed out of the room.

As I descended the stairs, I saw Michael and Eve sitting on the couch and looked up at me expectantly. "What?" I snapped impatiently.

"We just wanted to know how Claire is. Jeez, grumpy." Eve retorted, rolling her eyes.

I rubbed a hand over my face, "Sorry, she's alright. She woke up a little while ago, she messed up her ribs when she moved or something, but she's knocked out on the pain meds now."

She nodded before Michael spoke, "Seriously, man, when's the last time you got a solid sleep?"

"Last night." I said. It was true, I slept most of the night once Claire went back to sleep.

Michael shook his head, "No, you were up half the night last night too. Between Claire being unconscious, to her nightmare, to you moving from the chair to her bed, you barely got any."

"You heard that, huh?" He gave me a kind of duh look and I nodded, "Right, fang boy."

He rolled his eyes and I realized just how tired I was. I collapsed in Michael's empty chair and we all started watching a movie. Half way through, we heard a scream from upstairs.

Claire

Claire woke up feeling groggy and numb. When she turned, she didn't see Shane next to her, instead, a small white paper lying on the pillow.

Didn't want to wake you up, but I did enjoy your little episode from the drugs—

Claire groaned, a small smile playing on her face, happy she didn't remember it.

I'm right downstairs if you need me. I love you.

-shane

Claire smiled and heard her house mates muffled voices downstairs. She lay in bed for a while, trying to shake off some of the effects of her medicine when she realized how gross she felt. They had cleaned her up some at the hospital, but there was still lingering dirt and the memories of Brandon's hands on her. She shuttered and flashbacks of her confinement came back to her and she decided she desperately needed to wash it all off. The memories, the dirt and the feeling of being so disgusting because some freak had his hands all over her. Claire touched her neck tentatively, feeling the gauze that covered the puncture holes. She started wondering if everything that she remembered was all that happened or if there was more that happened while she blacked out and shuddered.

Sighing heavily, Claire worked her way out of bed slowly and made her way toward a shower. After about 20 minutes of warm water and a lot of scrubbing, she got out, only to realize that in her drugged haze, she forgot her clothing.

She quickly wrapped a towel around her and scurried to her room, locking the door and finding clothes. Finally, she was finished, clean and relaxed, and sat down on her bed, deciding if she should go downstairs or go back to sleep. The latter seemed nice and just as she was about to curl up, cool breath assaulted her neck, right after she realized her window was open.

"No fair, escaping me. But I do have to admit, the chase is certainly more fun than just watching you do nothing all day."

Claire screamed.

Don't hate me! Much more to come and with the information you crave ^.^ Hope you liked! Review and see you next week, my loves!

BTW: it's called re-uploaded cuz I screwed it up the first time lol