Ralph drifted in and out of consciousness; he was blown backwards and hit something hard, then nothing. He saw a hazy outline of a figure over him, then nothing. He felt someone bandaging his arm then drifted away again. Consumed into the darkness once more. When he finally lifted his eyelids and his eyes came into focus he was staring up at a bright white ceiling the sound of bleeping machinery surrounding him. He was alive and wherever he was it certainly wasn't the island. He tried to shift his body but let out a strangled cry when he moved, his whole body ached. He glanced down to his body and saw he was lying on a white bed, his left arm bandaged and his shoulder covered in stitches. Someone came to his bedside and pushed a button a few times which was connected to his forearm with a tube and the moment he felt the pain fade he knew it was morphine. He sunk his head down onto the soft pillow cherishing the feeling of being clean once more and turned his head to the left when he heard someone talking.

There was another bed to his left with a few people sat in chairs around it and when he saw the shock of ginger hair he knew it must be Jenna and her family around her. She was still unconscious, in an even worse state than Ralph but the beeping of her heart monitor reassured him. He slowly turned his heavy head to the right and saw more beds lined up next to his where Charity, Ally and Tash lay asleep. They were all alive, despite the odds and had made it home. Suddenly he realised something. Jenna's family had been round her bed, Jack was her brother. Surely he wasn't..

He turned his head to the left again and there by the side of Jenna's bed sat a tall boy with the same bright ginger hair and freckles. He sat slumped in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him while he read a book, occasionally glancing at his sister when the bleeps from her monitor changed ever so slightly. As if he felt Ralph's stare on him he turned his head to his right to look back at Ralph who would've turned away under the boys stare but couldn't muster the strength. Jack's steely eyes were different this time though, not in colour but in emotion. They looked almost sad, sympathetic for the fair haired boy who laid broken a few paces away. The boy who'd had to endure the place of nightmares all over again. When the elder boy finally spoke, his voice was startlingly gentle and quiet.

"I'm sorry"

A/N: The End! I just had to get Jack in there somewhere! I know it's a short chapter but that's all there was left to say! Also I feel quite ill and sleepy but I wanted to finish this! They are safe and alive whoop! Thank you so much for reading hope you enjoyed the journey! Gonna take a break from long stories now and perhaps do a collection of LOTF oneshots (Probs Jalph fluff, don't judge me I ship it in a weird way) xoxox