That's it. The last chapter...

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Chapter 7:

When Shawn awoke the first time, he did it without really noticing that he was awake. He just felt something constricting his airway and he involuntary tried to suck in a breath. Then he felt like he was choking and he tried to cough. Unable to do that either, his gasps for air became more frantic and his heart sped up.

Then suddenly, he disappeared into sweet oblivion again.

The next time Shawn came to his senses, he wasn't choking anymore. The constricting feeling was gone, but he still couldn't understand anything that was happening around him. He saw lights, shadows and figures without knowing what they meant. Both his conscious and unconscious states were so surreal that he couldn't tell them apart. Sometimes he heard voices. Far away. Then closer to him. But he couldn't answer.

It took a while—he couldn't tell exactly how long—until he was able to open his eyes and actually become aware of his surroundings.

He was staring at a crisp white wall. A steady beeping sound echoed in the room. Shawn made a move to turn his head, but stopped, groaning slightly when everything spun. Ugh… what happened? His groan was responded with a startled gasp.

Then he saw her.

Juliet's face was right in front of him. The light, which shone through a nearby window, enlightened her hair, making it glow like a halo. But his angel was sad for some reason. Tears ran down her cheeks and she wiped them away quickly. Maybe not to worry him. She said something that Shawn didn't catch.

"Jules." He croaked out. Damn, my throat is sore. Like awaking after screaming through a two hour heavy metal concert. Juliet was immediately reaching for some water on his bedside. She gently held his head and he sipped. Shawn noticed the pain when he swallowed. Pain? Why pain?

Juliet started talking again. Somewhat quiet and rushed. Shawn tried to concentrate on her words, simultaneously trying to remember what had happened. He certainly didn't remember that multitasking could be so hard.

She talks too fast. Is she apologizing for something? For what? Why do all women have to talk so fast? Or maybe it's me who's thinking too slowly?

It wasn't until Juliet mentioned Declan's name in her whirlwind of words that Shawn's memory came back with a start. The fight. His black psycho-eyes. The baseball bat and the blood painting his chest. The pain and the electrocution and…

Jules.

She was there. I saw her. But… where is Declan now?

Shawn's eyes nervously darted left and right, his head still being too heavy to move. "Where is... where's..." he mumbled.

"Shh, don't worry, Honey. It's all over. He can't hurt us anymore." Juliet soothed him, caressing his stubbly cheek.

Shawn settled down and stared at her for a long time. "Scout's honor?" He asked and Juliet nodded with a slight smile. Realizing that she was in fact not in any harm, he smiled contentedly and was about to drift off to sleep again, when the whirlwind started anew.

"Oh, Shawn, I'm so sorry." Juliet said suddenly, tears streaking her cheeks. "Everyone says not to blame myself, but it is my fault! He fooled me. Declan." She spat. "If I had trusted you, none of this would have happened. I mean, we want to get married! I'm your fiancée! I shouldn't have even doubted you for one second! You said that yourself. I'm so sorry."

Shawn frowned. He would have liked to stop her apology sooner, but his brain still worked too slowly to interrupt her. At least he could follow her words now.

Shawn reached weakly for her left hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. That slowed her down so he was able to say something. "I was angry w-when I said that. Y'know that I don't blame you. It was his entire fault." Shawn had to clear his throat, which hurt too but he ignored it, too eager to comfort her. "It's what he does. He knew exactly what he had to say to trick you a-and to piss me off." Shawn pressed Juliet's hand against his cheek. "But you said it's over now. He's gone, right?"

Juliet nodded, relief washing over her face. "Yes, Shawn. He's gone."

Shawn pulled her down to him so she had to lean her forehead against his in their 'very-close-talking' position. "Good. Because no matter what I said or… or what you said... nothing and nobody can ever stop me from marrying you, Jules." Shawn whispered tiredly and kissed her.

Juliet chuckled quietly, kissing him back. In Shawn's head he could imagine them kissing just like that on their wedding day.

"Nothing can stop me either from marrying you, Mr. Spencer. I love you." Juliet whispered back.

It was great to hear her saying his last name. Soon it would be her last name too. They stayed in their familiar position, until Shawn fell asleep again. With a smile on his face.

The pink bubble of happiness was back!

The End

On to the next adventure... ;)