Memory - A Fantastic Foursome fanfic

Confused

I knew I was in a bad way. I was barely aware of my surrounding. I could feel a slight pressure on both of my arms, guiding me along. There were several voices, although I couldn't quite make out who they belonged to. I felt awful. My eyes ached, and gave me a uselessly blurred double vision. My head was beating like a drum, pounding in time with my footsteps. Each second felt the length of an hour. All colour was being drained from me, sucked from my body. My trousers clung to my legs, damp and sticky. As was my shirt. Before I could figure out what they were wet with, they were removed from me. I was nakes, pale, shaking and terrified. I was dragged to a chair, and I slumped down into it, my head lolling forward towards my chest.

I felt something extremely cold pressed against my lips. I was trembling, but I managed to open my mouth wide enough for who ever was helping me to pop a couple of pills in my mouth, followed by a gulp of water. Most of it drained from my mouth, but enough was left for me to painfully swallow the tablets. The water was so cold, it soothed my screaming throat straight away, giving me instant relief. I felt myself groan with pleasure, and I began to feel kind of better. The medication took immediate effect. I felt woozy, drowsiness overpowing my body. I could feel my eyes flickering shut, and although I fought to keep them open, I was unsuccessful. I drifted off into a deep sleep.

"When do you think she'll wake up?"

"Soon, I guess."

"...Do you think she'll bo okay?"

"God knows. But lets hope and pray."

My eyes snapped open, searching the room for clues to where I am and who was talking. I had no feeling in my lower body. My lips were dry and cracked, and oddly numb.

"Who are you?!" I demanding, trying to sound as assertive and dominant as possible, but failing miserably, due to my croaky voice.

"Phil! Phil, she's awake!" A male voice exclaimed. "Rosie, it's Dan, Phil's here with me, we've been worried sick!"

Dan and Phil. Now I remember. Wait. Where are the others?

"What about Pj and Chris? Where are they?"

"Chris is making coffee, and PJ's nipped to the toilet. They'll be back soon."

I nodded, and glanced down at myself.

"Oh my god, I'm completely naked!" I heard laughter, then Phil spoke.

"Don't worry. You've been here for three days. You had an incredibly high temperature, we had to remove all sources of heat from you. We've had to bin your old clothes, they were trashed. PJ went out and bought you some new ones. We practically had to throw him out, he didn't want to leave your side incase you woke up and he wasn't there. Or worse..."

"What happened?" I started panicking, getting angry because I couldn't remember what had happened.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Phil exclaimed. "Calm down! We'll explain more when you start to get better." I let my muscles relax and I lay back down.

PJ soon came into the room. His whole face lit up when he saw I was awake.

"Rosie!" He practically leapt into my arms. I squeaked in pain, and he quickly retreated.

"Sorry." He said, sounding guilty.

"It's fine" I grinned. "Can I have my clothes please? I'm getting pretty cold."

"Sure," Dan jumped to attention.

"I hope they're okay and stuff." PJ questioned.

"They're lovely." I complimented. He'd bought me red vest top, a pair of my favourite black skinny jeans, a red lacy bra, with matching knickers. I sat up, my body aching. The three lads helped dress me, and as awkward as it felt, I was so grateful. They all helped me up, and I soon regained feeling in my legs. I hobbled towards the door, and down the stairs, with the boys following me every step of the way. I got into the living room before my legs gave way, and I collapsed into a heap on the floor. The group of lads reached for me, and pulled me up onto the sofa. We all sat down, squished together. Dan pulled my legs up over his and Phil's lap, and I leaned back into PJ's arms. I felt safe and warm, so I wriggled around and fell asleep.

When I woke up, Chris was there.

"You're alive then?" Chris joked.

"Sadly" I laughed back. I could smell the stench of coffee overpowing everything in the room. My stomach turned over, and I ran into the kitchen, followed by the four boys. I'm not quite sure how many times I was sick, but I know it wasn't good. I was just dry retching mainly, I'd been asleep for three days, the boys forcing some water and soup down my throat occasionally. Even so, PJ and Phil held back my hair, whilst Dan fetched water, and Chris got the paracetamol. When I'd eventually stopped heaving, I took sips of water and a couple of painkillers, and padded back into the living room. I curled up on the sofa, feeling sorry for myself. I closed my eyes, falling to sleep.

"When are we going to tell her what happened?" a voice whispered.

"I don't know, She can't know yet. It would break her."I opened my eyes and sat up.

"You okay?" Phil asked.

"Yeah, I just need the toilet."

"Second door on the right." PJ explained. I tiptoed down the hall as silently as possible, still listening to the conversation.

"She can't know yet, look where it got her."

"Yes, but she keeps asking questions. We can't just leave her gussing, it'll make things worse."

"Fine, we'll explain when she gets back from the toilet."

I gently opened the toilet door and shut it, rather loudly, just so they didn't get suspicious. When I walked back into the room, they were all standing in a long line, all eyes on me.

"What?" I asked.