"Are you sure she'll be ready for the wedding?" I wanted to sit up when I heard my mum's voice. I felt much better knowing she was about. Except, not when I caught the smell, the feel of sheets and mumbling from people around. That terrified me, made me want to jump out of bed and scream as I fled. I knew I was in a hospital, a place I had never liked and more so when I had died there. I could just sense where I was, like a sixth sense, and just how awful it felt.

"Doctors believe she'll be alright in a few days. It'll have just been the shock of seeing the body and trial," Seth replied, the essence of being a gentleman to my mother. His rough, big hand held mine and I did my best to subtly move out of it but he seemed to hold it tighter. "I think it'll be good news for her. Then we can concentrate on her health and enjoying life together."

"My little baby all grown up."

Seth chuckled. "She'll be in good hands, I promise you. I've never loved someone so much and I only want the best for her."

"I'm sure you do," Mum agreed, blindly unaware of what was going on. "I suppose I'm just worrying too much."

"It shows how much you care. Devon is one lucky girl." He was just acting up, trying to win my mum over. I was confident she would see through it though, she knew better... she had to.

My eyes felt too heavy and I just wanted to go back to sleep. It would be so easy to do that and never wake up. Except, as soon as I thought that then things suddenly changed. There was sobbing, beeping and shuffling. The smell was cleaner and sterile, the bedding felt somewhat fresher. I knew what was going on before the changes had fully registered.

"Mum? Ty?" I managed, trying to open my eyes. They felt heavier than moments ago but I managed to see, even if things were blurred. There sat Tyler, his hand holding mine. He had never looked so awful or drained of life even if he remained silent. At his side was my mother, her hand holding the sheet whilst another held a tissue and she rubbed at her eyes.

Neither replied and I knew they wouldn't. Just another flashback... I wished it would stop, this torturing was awful. I couldn't bear to see or hear the heartbreak which was written on their faces. I closed my eyes and as soon as I did, things went quiet. The smells changed back and for once I was content in being here.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. O'Hare." Mae? Mae Whitlock? I had no clue as to why she was here until I managed to open my eyes. Jesse had an arm around her and was smiling proudly. Mae's blue eyes fell on me and a smile met her eyes. "Hello, Devon. It's nice to meet you, too."

All eyes were on me and I forced a smile. Things couldn't get worse and I couldn't deal with more confusion. Ari and Jasper, Rose's brother, walked through and I gave the smile again. At least they were together here, I thought once I'd noticed how they held each other's hands. They were followed by... Oh God. Jade Riddle was a lot like Rose with looks and personality. Both bitches bent on making my life hell, me returning the favour. Unlike Rose, Jade looked just as manipulative and up to no good. In this reality she wore no makeup and so her crimson lips and dark eyes were gone, so were the long, dark curls which was now tied up at the back. At least she was in a maid outfit.

"Jade?" I croaked, trying to convey my confusion.

Jade rushed to my side, looking worried as she pushed through and took my hands. "Hello, Miss. I didn't realise you were aware of my arrival."

"Piss off," I groaned, pulling my hands out of hers.

"She's still not herself," Seth explained. I gave him my usual glare but he just looked pitiful for me.

"Ty?" I mumbled, looking to my mother in hope of an explanation.

There was a hushed silent and mum's eyes fell on Seth, looking awkward. Seth gave her a knowing look before he took my hand again. "I'm looking into fixing things. Poor Tiana's death must have been by someone copying or even trying to help Tyler."

"He didn't do it," I argued.

"Please relax, Devon. You need your rest."

"I need you to stop lying!" I saw all the faces were on me. Mum, Jesse, Mae, Ari, Jasper, Seth and Jade... all staring, almost all thinking I've lost the plot. "Where are Dad, Luke and Maddy?"

"They've gone for the day, what with Maddy being so young it was for the best." I nodded, knowing this would be awful for her. I was glad I hadn't seen much of her so that she didn't get confused. How was she doing in my proper reality? Just the question had me choked up. My little sister had been through so much with me being ill, even if she had little understanding.

"I want to go home," I said, directing my question to Jesse. He had the ability to put up a good fight and I had told him enough for him to help. I could only hope that he did.

"You need to get better, De. I don't think you've been well for a long time," Seth said, his hand running through my hair. I didn't bother trying to stop him. He was doing such a good job of acting like the worried fiancé whilst making me look like a mental patient that I knew I'd only make it worse.

"I don't want to be with you, why do you not seem to realise?" I asked. Everyone was here... maybe that would make him have to do something about it.

He flashed a smirk, his back to everyone so it was only me who saw. "I love you, try getting some rest." He leaned in, kissing my forehead.

I decided to at least pretend to and so closed my eyes. Seth sat back, his fingers still smoothing my hair. It was nothing like with Tyler, it didn't make me feel any better. "I don't know what to do," Seth said. He sounded so broken and if I didn't know any better I would want to hold onto him.

"She really isn't well," mum said soothingly.

"Maybe she is talking sense," Jesse suggested, causing me to want to sing his praise.

"Jesse," Mae muttered, trying to stop any outburst. I could forgive her since she didn't know what was going on and was fooled by Seth.

"I'm having a psychiatrist come and hopefully help her," Seth said, ignoring Jesse's jibe. "I've looked for the best, she deserves it."

A psychiatrist? He really was going the whole way! I just had to run away or something, yet again.

Despite the many times I asked for a newspaper or information on Tyler, I heard nothing. Jesse was ordered not to and Seth wouldn't leave my side to allow it. Seth refused, he would shake his head and give me the most annoying and patronising pitiful look. I wanted to punch him but I didn't think it would do me much good with the whole not looking crazy thing. It was nerve wrecking, it meant I didn't have a clue if Tyler was safe or not. He could be released for all I knew. I doubted it, I was sure he would come and find me if he was, but I had no clue.

Thankfully, only a few days had passed. It was on my fourth day of being in hospital as I sat up in my chair when the door swung open. Seth walked in, smoothing his blonde hair before he sat on the edge of my bed. He smiled at me but I just raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going on. He was

dressed in a black suit with white, striped shirt and a black tie. He hadn't looked so smart for ages.

"We've got a visitor coming," he explained.

I raised both eyebrows. I refused to speak; it was my own sort of protest, even though I wanted an explanation.

"You'll see," he said knowingly.

My lips thinned, I crossed my arms over my hospital nightdress but I just looked away. Seth didn't say anymore either; he just lay back and casually lounged on the bed with his hands under his head. As if he ruled the world; how infuriating and obnoxious.

Time passed, I refused the food they offered despite Seth's orders, and all we did was stay in the same positions. Neither talking, just thinking. Finally there was a knock on the door, making me jump as Seth stood and quickly opened the door. He greeted whoever it was as if they were family. I bit my lip, certain I was not going to like this.

"Come in, come in." He opened the door wider. "This is my beautiful fiancé, Devon."

Seth was followed back in by an older, greying man. He looked friendly, the big smile seemed truthful but I knew I hated him. The dog collar when I had an impending marriage was no coincidence.

"I'm not getting married!" I informed, trying to halt the rising panic.

Seth was soon at my side, taking my hand. "Not well," he explained to the vicar with such a realistically upset tone. I had the urge to scream and claw at his face.

The vicar just nodded, taking one of the spare chairs and sitting opposite me. He gave me a kind smile as he leaned forward. "Miss O'Hare? Hello, I'm Reverend Joshua Martin, call me Josh." He offered me his hand but I refused to take it. Stubbornness was definitely my thing. "You must be excited."

"What makes you think that? I don't want to marry, I won't do it!" My hands were in fists as I clenched my jaw. "What if it's not a loving relationship? We shouldn't marry."

Seth took my hand, giving it a tight squeeze. I knew it was a warning, knew he didn't like how I was acting but I couldn't take it anymore. It was my last hope to stop the marriage. Josh seemed to consider me for a moment, taking in the situation. "If that were the case, I would tell you not to because you would be right." I brightened at that but I saw his pitiful look. "But, do you not see the way he looks at you? I'm sure you just need to take some time, dear."

"No! You don't understand!" I shouted, almost pleadingly. "I'm not ill, you don't know anything!"

"Maybe I should come by another time," Josh suggested.

"No, please... this wedding is to unite us, to hopefully help her get better. It's why I'm moving it forward."

"Moving it forward?" I snapped, accusing glare falling on him.

"Two weeks time, De. I have been trying to keep it a surprise."

Groaning, I shook my head. "I won't do it. I'm never getting married, let alone to you."

"Love..."

I pushed his hands away, closing my eyes and remaining shut off. Hopefully that would help. It might make me look childish, as if I was covering my eyes and saying that they weren't there because I couldn't see them. It would make things harder, I hoped.

Seth and Josh began talking, explaining the plans. Apparently I would be brought to a church, whether still in hospital or not. The ceremony would be simple with just a few family and close friends because of my condition. I would not see a honeymoon, unfit to travel, but there was a surprise Seth was keeping hushed. I didn't even bother to ask, knowing Seth would enjoy telling me to wait. I refused to speak or say anything, I was not listened so I saw no point.

"When can I go home? I only fainted..." I asked when Josh had gone.

Seth smirked. "I've gotten you respite here, a good job I have contacts since your health is my only concern."

"We're alone, no need to keep up the lie."

"I don't know what you're on about," he said serenely. "Now, how about this?" He forced me onto the bed before I knew it, probably thanks to no strength, and began to kiss me as his hand knotted roughly in my hair, his other running up my night dress before I could say anything.

I struggled, pushing at him as best as I could so he would stop. He didn't pay me any attention, just pressing his whole body against mine. I screamed but it was too quiet against his lips. "Haven't you had enough with Tia and now Jade?" I asked as I managed to force my head away, side on though I was sure he had scratched my cheek with his teeth.

He faltered, probably surprised that I knew. "You say anything and I will kill you," he spat with a growl, pulling himself off me and making his way to the door, only stopping briefly to speak before he left. "You've spoilt the moment."