The Last of Them All (editing)

AN: Yay! Another chapter! This one was a lot of fun to write, so hope you enjoy it!

I woke up and started screaming. It wasn't because of a dream, I didn't remember what I had dreamed about, and it wasn't because I was in pain, discomfort was more like it. I was screaming because I had no idea where I was.

This was not my bed, definitely not my house, not my bedroom, and not my clothes. There was a faded gray curtain allowing the light of early morning to break through, and the white walls were not very appealing. The only decoration in the entire room were a couple of ugly paintings spotted around the walls. The bed was queen-sized with a nightstand on either side and several armchairs and dressers and a closet or two around in other various places. The room was huge, probably twice as large as my own bedroom at home. Despite the nice blue and grey covers that covered me, I still screamed.

I apparently wasn't the only one, because someone came running. The door burst open and the light shone through and a figure stood in the doorway. I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the brightness. The figure rushed to my side immediately and sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes refocused until I was able to identify them.

My arms wrapped around Justin's neck as I breathed heavily trying to regain my composure. His hands found their way along my back, pressing me close to him as he ran his hand over my tangled hair.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, you're safe don't worry."

"Where, where am I?"

"It's okay, we're in my house okay? My house," he refrained from calling it a mansion, cause that's really what it was, but house just seemed more welcoming. "This is one of our guest rooms. You're perfectly safe don't worry."

I pulled away more quickly than I should have, startling him. "Everything hurts."

It was true. My head pounded, my sinuses ached and my throat burned. On top of that all every single one of my limbs seemed to ache with a soreness I had never felt before. I flopped back down onto the bed, letting my arms sink back into the soft mattress.

"That's understandable. I bet you're pretty hungry too." I nodded. "You've been sleeping longer than you should have, we were all worried you weren't gonna wake up."

"How, how long was I sleeping?"

"Well you fell asleep in the helicopter-"

"Helicopter?" I remembered seeing one off in the distance, but everything was fairly distant.

"Yeah, Clara was able to contact my dad's helicopter and it found our location and picked us up. Anyways, you fell asleep at probably, at around four or so in the morning, slept throughout the entire day and then some, and now it's about noon. So about thirty two hours..."

Well that shocked me. Anything could have happened in those 32 hours, anything, and I had been sleeping. Then again I did need the rest.

"I really want food." And a shower, and a warm bath, and some hot cocoa, and tissues. But I didn't say those. Food was more important now.

"Here, let me help you to the kitchen." He stated. I slowly removed the blankets covering me, revealing the clothing that I was wearing. I was dressed in a very oversized t-shirt, definitely a men's, and some basketball shorts with the waistband rolled up several times. A realization hit me and I looked up, into his eyes.

"Are these," I almost didn't want to know the answer.

"Yeah," he said reluctantly, running a hand through his hair. "They're, they're mine. I sighed and gave him a look asking if he really was serious. "It's all good though, you look cute." A smug grin played across his face and he wrapped his arm around my waist, helping me until my feet hit the soft, shag carpet.