Castaway ➳ cth [EDITING/HIATUS]

Chapter 7

(A/N): After 1000 years I decided to update... sorry if it might seem unexciting, but I promise I'm going to update more since I have nothing important to do.

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*June's P.O.V.*

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw something flickering. I still had my eyes half closed, when I found myself lying on a rough surface.

I blinked with my eyes and glanced around without lifting my head. I was lying on the front porch of our house, someone must have carried me there.

"Hello?" I whispered.

No answer, just someone pushing my back to help me sit up.

The person who probably carried me to my porch smelled like some kind of rain and candles, but I couldn't classify the scent to someone I knew. I was sure it was a stranger.

"Don't talk", a deep, husky voice demanded and helped me stand up by laying my arm around his neck.

"I can't..." I was aching while I tried to step to the front door. Suddenly, a pain flashed across my left ankle. My elbow was sore and it started to pulse behind my eyes.

"Do you have a key?" The helper asked.

"No", I panted, "I don't know, maybe the door is..." I was unable to finish my sentence because I was under threat of passing out again.

The person who carried me, I assumed it was a guy, opened the front door. We were lucky it was open.

"You are a stranger, don't come into my house", I sighed, it sounded like I was drunk. My thoughts and worries began to bounce up and down in my head, I wasn't able to concentrate anymore.

"I know you but you won't know me", he stated.

"Whatever you meant by that", I slurred and staggered my way to the sofa.

My attempt of lying down failed, the stranger told me not to. I shrugged and sat back up, resting my head on my hands. I tried to focus on my breathing.

"Where can I find water?" He said.

I looked up, seeing his profile in the dark, but I still couldn't tell who it was. "I don't know", I grumbled. He sighed.

"You need to drink something", he insisted and walked closer. "It'll make you feel better." I could feel his presence even more, especially when he sat down next to me and laid his hand on my back.

"I need a doctor." I responded and rested my head on his shoulder. "Don't sleep, you'll feel worse", he said worried.

"Who are you, by the way?" I asked, my voice slowly fading and a ringing sound started to play in my head. I couldn't concentrate and I felt my eyelids closing.

"It's me, June", he whispered. "Calum."

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The day I woke up I was lying on a bed. The white sheets seemed very unfamiliar to me, making me startle and stand up very quickly.

Black dots appeared in front of my eyes and I raised my left hand, looking at it like it was an alien or something I never saw before. I regarded my hand, it was dried out and appearing very small and thin.

I assumed I was alone. I couldn't look to the sides, my headaches won't allow me to do so. Was I at a hospital?

My hand wandered up my scalp, not finding any hair, only a piece of cloth wrapped around my head.