There was a sound of beeping on the left, making the sound of regular, calming rhythm.

Darkness was everywhere and couldn't find the light. The sound of whispering was heard from the distance, but couldn't make the words out. There was a sound of something closing in the background and the whispers were no more.

I felt myself moving ever so slightly, finally able to feel my body from the numbness of my slumber, which a slight groan escaped from my throat. I opened my eyes slightly and saw bright lights.

I quickly closed them and opened again, trying to adjust to the light. I blinked a few more times, realizing I was in a white room, laid down and facing towards the ceiling.

I felt my head was on something soft and puffy. I was tucked away, under the duvet moving my legs a bit, trying to put some sense into them. My arms were above the duvet. 

I looked at my left arm. I noticed I had a bandage going around it and a needle sticking out of my left hand. I wire was coming out from it, heading to somewhere behind me. I cringed at the sight and looked down my other arm. It was full of cuts and bruises, along with some stitches, which were oddly healing up quickly. I didn't take that much notice, as I was trying to sit up, using both my hands to try and push myself.

"Well someone is finally awake," a voice was heard somewhere to my right.

I quickly turned my head towards the direction, when I noticed an older woman was stood there. She had olive type skin and looked as though she was in her late forties, hair tied up in a messy bun. She had dark eyes, with some wrinkles around them and thin pink lips. She was wearing a pink uniform, the type nurses would wear but a different shade instead; lighter perhaps? Did she want to be different? She was wearing white shoes that seemed to blend in with the rest of the white room. She also wore a white pocket watch, hanging from her left breast pocket. Could I hear the ticking from the watch, at that distance?

I tried moving slightly, pushing myself to sit up against the pillow behind me. I looked ever so slightly, to observe the woman in front of me. I opened my mouth. I tried talking, but it felt sore and started coughing.

The woman quickly strolled over to me, picked up a glass and poured water from a jug, from the nearest table. How long I out for was, I wondered.

"Here, you'll be need this," she said.

I grabbed the glass from her hands and gulped every single drop of water and my throat had never felt so good in all my life.

"Careful! You do not want to choke on that," she eyed me, while her eyes gave me quite a fright.

I slowly gave the glass back to her, not knowing what other outburst will be.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to shake the dizziness off from me.

"Where am I?" I asked, wondering if I'm in a nightmare or woke up in heaven. I knew I was in some kind of hospital but I was unsure where.

"You're at Clinton College's Hospital."

Immediately, I opened my eyes and viewed the nurse with my eyes popping out from my skull, "what?"

She sighed and walked over to get a thermometer from the other side of the room.

"I knew you'd asked that," she shook her head and sighed, "You're still at college, but you're in hospital, which is connected to it."

"There's a hospital in the College? How can they afford that? Where about is this hospital?"

She put her hands up to stop me, when I realized I was shooting questions at her. Then I remembered that I don't normally ask questions unless I need to. I hate being nosy.

"First of all, yes there is hospital at this college. In fact, it has been here for many years and since before you were born. Clinton College can provide the hospital, due to the fact it's a private school, meaning they can afford it. With this, both the students and the College being so far out from the main town and hospital, it was only necessary to have one," she walked back over me, slowly as if she was looking for something wrong with me, "it's located on second floor of the main building, where the reception and library are. I have got my own small office on ground floor, just next door to the reception for quick appointment or therapy sessions, if people are wanting, whereas here in my mini hospital.

She placed the thermometer carefully into my mouth, while I quickly viewed the space; everywhere was white, while the beds had a cream duvet on them and the curtains around per bed, were sky blue but each curtain were pulled to one side of the wall; the left side. There were machines such as life supporting ones were beside every bed. As I turned my head slightly to my left, there were two doors leading to two different rooms. One said 'Private' while the other read 'Office only'. 

"Who are you?" I murmured. 

"My name is Ferah. I am the nurse and first aider here at Clinton College. I will be here whenever you are ill or are needed. And please don't talk while you have a thermometer in your mouth. I am trying to see if your temperature is good."

Ferah, that's such a unique name. It was beautiful. I didn't notice but Ferah seemed to have some sort of accent yet I couldn't pin point it out and that was going to bug me.

After a few moments, she took the thermometer out of my mouth I asked, "How long was I out for?" I questioned, craving to know the answer. 

The woman looked up at me, observing me, with curiosity and confusion across her face. I kept a blanked face and just sat there, waiting what seemed like forever.

She blinked a couple of times and swallowed, "you've been out for three days."

I quickly shook my head in confusion, "Wait, what?"

She sighed and placed the thermometer on the bedside table and turned around at me, looking at me dead in the eye, "You've been in a coma for over three days straight and just woken up, which would have been nearly four days, if you would have been out longer."

I didn't realize but I started to breath heavily and could no longer focus on her face but looked at my bed, with my hands in between my legs on top of the duvet, "what day is it?"

"Friday," she replied.

It's the end of the week, already?

"Where is everyone?" My voice started to rise and began to panic; I was the only one in the room. I looked back to Ferah and looked dead in her eye, "How is everyone? Damon? Jack? Max?" 

I notice Ferah started to back away from me a little, thinking I was going to lose control, instead she was looking back at the thermometer.

"You seem better. Far better than I expected."

"Where are my friends?" I exhaled with some force, with a hint of angriness. Why was she avoiding my question?

She looked back at me and viewed me before answering. Why did she keep looking at me, with worried eyes?

"You're friends...they woke up before you. Damon, he woke Wednesday. He too was asking questions," she laughed a little, "and Jack and Max both woke up yesterday. They all seemed happy when they woke..."

However what happened, I wondered.

"But they all said where their injuries were; their broken bones, why they all healed quickly, including you and how they feel much better."

"The injuries!" I screamed, recalling that I had a broken leg and arm was torn into pieces, "my leg...it's not broken..."

I was deeply confused, staring at my leg, which was under the duvet. I moved it a little, noticing I didn't feel no pain at all. I gulped in misperception. I remember the blood, the fire, the broken bones, our cries...I remember the pain. 

"But I defiantly had a broken leg and a broken arm! My arm was open; it was in pieces," I cried, pleading to her that I am telling the truth, "Jack, his side was open! I saw the flesh! Damon and Max were helping us get away from the monster! They put themselves in danger!"

"Lucy! Please calm down! Nothing extremely major like that happened! The smoke must've gotten to your head and hallucinating, whatever you saw. The lack of oxygen in your brain would have helped you create such a vision."

"But I'm not lying!"

"Then where are these wounds?" 

My eyes widened and whispered, "The Wolf-Man...there was a monster there."

"There is no such thing as the "Wolf-Man". No one was in that building apart from you four."

"Then the fire...was that true?"

"Yes. There was a fire and you foolishly ran back into the building! Are you sure you're feeling better? Are you sure you didn't bump you head? You can stay for another night." 

Nevertheless, everything seemed so real...so why didn't I have the evidence, that monster had nearly shredded our bodies apart?

"No," I replied, "I want to sleep in my own bed. Please." 

Ferah nodded, but still seemed to be on edge around me, thinking I was going to do something horrific to her.

It was 8:45pm by the Ferah was finished with me. I didn't want to see anyone and thought it was best to see them tomorrow.

I walked quietly to my room when I noticed Shannon was in front of my door, hunch beside the door, asleep.

"Shannon?" I whispered, nudging her slightly by her right shoulder, "Shannon, wake up."

Shannon mumbled ever so slightly and started to move. 

"A-Amy?" she says as she awoke, rubbing her eyes with her hands, before looking up at me, "Amy! You're awake!"

Shannon jumped up and squished me, receiving a hug from her, "You're here. You're actually awake, finally!" She pulled away from me, observing me fully, "You look great! I'm so happy! How do you feel?"

"I feel much better, great in fact. I think Ferah has done an excellent job on keeping me better, to be honest," I replied as I moved around her to get access to my door, "How is everyone?"

I eyed Shannon, to which she hesitated and looked at the floor that seemed to be more interested all of a sudden.

"Shannon?"

"Jack, Max and Damon...they're alright. They are much better," she stuttered, "but something about them has changed. They said that can't explain it," she said, while looking at me, with her eyes full of sadness which I have never seen before. Her brows were frowning, and she looked as if she wants to cry.

"Lucy, they said that once you're awake, they want to talk to you. They want to know if you have felt anything different. They...don't seem like themselves, ever since the fire. It's extremely worrying. It's as if the fire incident has changed them somehow. Please, could you see them?"

I looked at her face and it hasn't changed at one bit. I wanted to tell her everything will be ok, but I didn't want to lie to her, just in case. I hate liars.

"Yes, of course, Shannon. Tomorrow I'll have a talk with them tomorrow and see what has come about. I'm going to bed now since I'm feeling a little drowsy."

"That's ok. I wanted to see you before you went to bed," she grinned.

"By the way, why were you sat outside my door?"

Shannon gave away a right girly giggle and said, "Because I heard you talking to Ferah. Don't worry I never heard what you said, just you're voice and figured you were awake."

Once I said my goodnights to Shannon, I was already in bed. And just before I fell asleep, I heard a scream, somewhere in the distance.

Was the real or was that just my imagination? I couldn't of heard that from afar.