Memory - A Fantastic Foursome fanfic

Explaination

"How are you feeling?" PJ asked.

"Better, thanks... What's going on?"

"I think you should sit down." Dan pointed towards the sofa. I walked towards it, my head still spinning. I collapsed into the seat, and let it's warm embrace engulf me.

"We've decided to tell you what happened to you. If you want us to, of course." Phil said, staring at me with his soft eyes.

"Erm, I..." I started. The room was going round in circles, so much that I could barely see the boys, looking at me worryingly. My eyes flickered shut once more, and I lay down gently, shaking.

"Get her a blanket. FAST!" PJ ordered Chris. Obeying him, Chris disappeared, and 30 seconds later, returned with his arms full of blankets. The boys all grabbed at them, draping over me as many as possible. I could feel my body shaking, all of my limbs quivering.

"She's not ready to know yet. Look at the state of her."

"I know."

"Take her upstairs. Undress her and back to bed." PJ commanded. I felt Phil pick me up from the sofa, the blankets still on top of me. I know it was a struggle for him to carry me up the stairs. I had been putting all my weight down onto him. But still, he took me up, all the same. I was gently lay on the bed, and the blankets abrupty removed from me, as I was sweating again. Dan took my clothes off, leaving me completely naked again, and Chris tucked me into bed.

"We'll take turns to watch her. I'll start. Go to bed, the rest of you. You've been awake for too long, you need rest." PJ offered.

"No." Dan sounded demanding. "You've not slept for nearly three days. Go. I'll wake someone in a couple of hours." PJ nodded and stumbled off to bed. Dan sat on the edge of the bed next to me.

"Wh.." I began, my lips were stuck together, making it impossible to talk."Shh." Dan whispered softly.

"I'm fine" I slurred.

"If you were fine, you wouldn't be shaking and sweating. Are you hot?" He asked me, sounding worried. I nodded, and he took the duvet off me. The cool air felt nice, for a few minutes. Then I got hot again.

"God, you're getting hotter!" my eyes rolled in my head, I could hardly see a thing.

"PJ! Phil, Chris, get in here! She's getting worse!" He yelled, making me head hurt all the more. The boys came running into the room, topless and disorientated. Seems it didn't take long for them to fall asleep.

"Peej, you need to call an ambulance!" Chris shouted.

"No! You know I can't! Just go and get her some ice packs, and hurry!"

"I hate to say it mate, but Chris is right. She needs professional treatment."

"No! She's my girlfriend, they'll lock her up, I won't let them!" Lock me up? Why would they lock me up?

"I'm fine" I stuttered again. "I just need a cool shower." The boys exchanged a look, and PJ finally agreed.

"Fine. But not on your own." Phil picked me up again and took me into the bathroom. Chris turned the shower on, and put in on a cool temperature. Phil put me down, though my knees were now wobbling, and got in the shower. All of them stood and watched me, in case I slipped, or passed out again. I leaned back against the bathroom tiles, and let the cold water trickle down my body. It felt so good. I racked my brains, trying to remember what happened to me. It really angered me that  I had no memory, but I tried not to let it show. I need'nt worry the boys anymore. Especially PJ. He's always been protective of me, even before we dated. But I'd never seen him like this, and it worried me.