Chapter 14

"Wow." Shawn's voice was weak, shaky and laced with exhaustion, "You guys look horrible..." The fake psychic was a little disappointed, when his friends had rescued him he'd been sure that he'd finally start to feel better, but he didn't, in fact he felt worse. His whole body was in pain, he felt just as weak, shaky and exhausted as his voice sounded, and the fact he was shivering, uncomfortable and sticky told him that he still had a pretty bad fever.

"Yeah?" Henry hit the call button, "Well this is what it looks like after twelve days of watching you fight for your life Shawn."

Shawn's eyes widened, "Twelve days?!" That woke him up a little, and also explained the ICU, although the way he felt should've already made the reason for him being there abundantly clear. He turned to see his best friend's 'cry face' forming, "Oh Gus..." He was such a sensitive soul.

"You almost died Shawn!" Gus cried as he hunched over his best friend and gave him a huge, but gentle hug. He could feel the heat radiating off him, and even though it was painfully obvious that Shawn still wasn't at all well, the fact that he was awake and acting more like himself had to be a good sign, right?

"OK," Shawn weakly patted Gus on the back, "OK, I love you too buddy."

As Shawn started to wonder whether his best friend would leave go of him...Ever, something caught his eye.

Brand new pineapple shoelaces tied to the foot of the bed.

The fake psychic's face lit up, "Dude, you did buy me some!"

"Wha-?" Gus turned to see what Shawn was looking at, "Oh, those aren't from me."

Shawn raised an eyebrow, "Who then?"

"Lassiter." Henry answered.

"Lassie?" Shawn scrunched up his face in confusion, "Why?"

Gus shrugged, "He feels guilty for not putting a guard outside your room like you asked."

Shawn frowned, his mind drifting back...

Lassiter rested a hand on Shawn's shoulder as Shawn thrashed about in a panic, desperatley trying to catch his breath, "OK now Spencer, I need you to calm down." Lassiter told him "Now breathe with me."

"Can't"

"Yes you can. Breathe with me." Lassiter ordered firmly.

The calmness in Lassiter's voice helped to alleviate Shawn's panic, and, with his brow furrowed in concentration he started to follow the head detectives breathing.

"But he probably saved my life..." Shawn mumbled quietly to himself as Dr Samuals walked into the room.

"Ah, Shawn." The doctor smiled when he saw that he was awake, "Let me take a look at you." He said as he made his way to his patient and started to check him over.

"He feels really hot." Gus offered as Samuals started to take his temperature.

Samuals nodded in response, "103.2, that's still much higher than I'd like it to be, but it's an improvement to what it has been." He continued his examination, "So, how are you feeling?" He frowned when the younger man failed to answer, "Shawn?" His concern started to build when he saw how distant his patient was looking. Dr Samuals started to gently shake him, "Shawn?!"

"Uh..." The sudden urgency in the doctor's voice brought the younger man out of his musings, "What?" He asked in confusion.

"How do you feel?" The doctor asked again, satisfied that his patient had merely been distracted.

"I'm a little sore," Shawn replied, fooling no one as he completely understated how he was feeling. The truth was he felt guilty that he was the reason behind his father's and best friend's haggard appearances, especially considering from the looks of them, he was fairly certain that during the twelve days he'd been out cold, they hadn't slept a wink, "but I'll probably be fine once I stretch my legs, get some fresh air, and walk it off."

Gus rolled his eyes, "You can't just walk off septic shock Shawn, it's a life threatening illness."

"Wait...There's an illness passed on by skeptics?" Shawn's eyes widened, "Shouldn't I have caught this from Lassiter way before now?"

Gus shot his best friend an incredulous look, "Septic, not skeptic Shawn. It means you developed blood poisoning."

"Hm..." Shawn stifiled a yawn, "That doesn't sound good either."

"It's not." Dr Samuals' said as he finished checking the younger man over, "But your condition has improved greatly since you were brought into the ICU, so as long as this improvement continues, I'm confident you'll make a full recovery."

Shawn looked over at his dad and best friend, "Do you hear that?" He smiled, somewhat delusionally at them, "I'm going home soon."

Gus scrunched up his face in disbelief, "Shawn, that isn't even sort of what he said."

"Probably tonight..." He continued, paying no attention to his best friend.

"Shawn..." Henry warned.

"Definitely no later than tommorow morning."

"Oh my gosh..." Gus turned away and rolled his eyes in mild exasperation. There was no getting through to delusional Shawn.

Dr Samuals' gave Shawn's shoulder a squeeze, "OK, lets not get ahead of ourselves. You've still got a way to go yet with your recovery," He held up his hand when Shawn was about to interrupt, "and even when you are well enough to be released, you'll be out of commision for a while. Probably months."

"Months?" Shawn looked unconvinced, "Doc, Gus and I'll be solving cases again in," He yawned widely, "no time."

"No we won't Shawn."

He blinked a few times, trying desperatley to stay awake, "Probably before the week is up."

There was absolutely no chance of Shawn even being released from the hospital by then, in fact, even when he would finally be able to go home, his energy level for the first few months would be incredibly low, which meant the 'psychic' would be way too exhausted to do anything. Dr Samuals didn't bother disagreeing with him though, because he knew Shawn would continue to fight his body's need for sleep if he did. "Alright Shawn, you need to get some sleep." The doctor instructed instead.

"I need to get some sleep?" Shawn weakly motioned at Henry and Gus, "What about the walking dead over there?" He yawned, ignoring his best friend's tsking and dad's grumbling.

"He's right," Dr Samual's sided with Shawn, "you both really could do with some sleep too."

"Fine." Gus agreed reluctantly, when he realised Shawn was just worried about them. He didn't want to leave his best friend, but he knew Shawn wouldn't be able to settle unless they did.

"On one condition though." Henry wouldn't give in that easy.

Shawn could barely keep his eyes open as he slowly turned to his father, "Wha-?" He slurred tiredly.

"You go to sleep first."

Shawn nodded in agreement, and finally allowed his eyes to close. Within seconds the fake psychic was fast asleep.

It was late in the afternoon the next day before Shawn started to stir again. He hated the amount of effort he had to put in just to open his eyes, but his eyelids were still so damn heavy. When he did finally manage to open them and was able to focus on his surroundings, he was happy to see that his dad and best friend looked fairly well-rested.

"Hey, you guys slept." He smiled, then turned his attention to the other two people in the room, "I'm sensing you need my statement." He made an half-assed attempt at putting his finger to his head.

"Only when you're feeling up to it Shawn." Juliet took his hand.

"Yeah, whenever you're ready." Lassiter added awkwardly, "There's no rush."

Shawn raised an eyebrow at the way the head detective was acting, maybe Gus was right about him feeling guilty, "I'm good to go now." He lied, the truth was he just wanted to go back to sleep, but he couldn't deal with guilty Lassie, it was too weird, and not to mention uncomfortable, but Shawn had a fairly decent plan of how he could stop Lassiter from feeling guilty, and get him back to his old self again.

"Are you sure?" Juliet asked softly, "You look exhausted."

"Yeah Shawn, Dr Samuals said you shouldn't exert yourself."

The fake psychic rolled his eyes at his best friend, "Dude, I'm giving them my statement, not going for a cross country run." He ignored Gus' glare and turned his attention back to the detectives, "You guys ready for this?" On their nods he began to give them his rendition of what happened, "It all started not too long after you guys left." He looked at Henry and Gus as he said that, then back at Juliet and Lassiter, "Forster came into my room, told me he was covering for Dr Samuals, and asked me how I was feeling. I began to answer, but then my psychic senses started going crazy..."

"So, you sensed that he was the murderer?" Juliet asked.

Shawn nodded.

She looked a little confused by that, "But Forster was there when you were in the hospital the first time, why didn't you sense anything then?"

"I don't know, maybe it was the concussion, or perhaps he just wasn't in close enough range." Shawn shrugged, "The spirits work in mysterious ways Jules, surely you should know this by now."

"You're right, I'm sorry." She gave his hand a gently squeeze.

He smiled, then shot Lassiter a quick look. He'd mentioned his psychic visions a number of times and the head detective hadn't even batted an eyelid, this definitley wasn't normal.

"So anyway," He continued, "Forster injected me with something, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up in his car. That's when I had a vision of why he was going around murdering all of the homeless people. You see, he wanted their organs for his own patients, because he didn't think it was right that they were walking around with perfectly good organs while his patients were waiting for new ones, so..."

"Forster started killing the homeless people so he could give their organs to his own patients, we know Shawn." Henry interruped him.

"Well I knew first!"

Henry gave an impatient sigh, "Shawn, just get on with the statement."

Shawn shot his dad a look and then carried on telling them what had happened, "After I had my vision, Forster started talking about my psychic abilities. It turns out that I didnt technically 'see' him murdering the homeless girl, I 'saw' him."

"Psychically?" Juliet asked.

"Yeah." Shawn nodded, "I was actually asleep the whole time."

"Wait..." Juliet started, "If you were asleep through the whole thing, why was Forster trying to kill you?"

A look of realisation appeared on Gus' face, "Forster didn't know, did he?" He shook his head in disbelief, "The hit and run was a coincindence. You outed him as the murderer, didn't you?"

"Well, I may have called him the Grim Reaper..." Shawn squirmed slightly.

"I knew it!" Gus turned away and shook his head.

"So wait a minute..." Lassiter spoke up suddenly, "You're saying that until you called him the Grim Reaper, Forster had no idea that you were a witness?" With each word, the head detectives voice got stronger and stronger.

Shawn merely nodded.

Lassiters whole demeanour had changed now, guilty Lassie had gone, and good old regular Lassie was back at full force, "So that means technically, you got yourself kidnapped."

"Well, I guess so, if you wanna look at it that wa-Hey, what are you doing?" Shawn asked when he saw that Lassiter was untying the shoelaces from the foot of the bed.

"Taking these hideous things back."

"But they were a gift Lassie, you can't take back a gift." The fake psychic protested, but the head detective ignored him and dropped the laces into his left jacket pocket, "Lassie!" he whined, then turned to Gus pleadingly.

"Don't look at me."

Shawn tsked, started to turn to his dad, but stopped and looked at Juliet instead, "Jules..."

She rolled her eyes.

"I need coffee." Henry announced, shaking his head at his son, and heading for the door.

Lassiter started to follow, "Lets go O'Hara." And the two detectives headed that way as well.

"Wait, what about the rest of my statement?"

"Mail it to us." Lassiter called back over his shoulder as henry and juliet exited the room.

"I almost died!" Shawn made a last bid attempt to get the shoelaces back.

"Not my fault Spencer." Lassiter replied, "I'm not the one who got you kidnapped." And with that, he left the room.

A sneaky smile flashed across Shawn's face once the three of them had left. His plan had worked, everything was good again.

Gus caught the smile, looked towards the door, realised what had just happened, and then held out his fist.

Shawn looked at the fist, and then at him, "What's that for?"

"You know what."

Shawn grinned, and bumped his best friend's fist with his own.

"So, did all that really happen?" Gus asked curiously, "Minus the psychic parts of course." On Shawn's look, Gus shook his head, "Wow." He laughed, "You are an idiot."

The End.

A/N; Thank you so much to everyone for reading, following and reviewing my story, I really appreciate all the support and motivation you gave me, and I hope you liked the ending.

I do have an idea for a story which will sort of be a sequel to this one. It basically takes place during the first case Psych gets after Shawn's recovery, and once again it'll put Shawn through a lot of suffering. Hopefully I'll have the first chapter to that up soon.

Thanks again guys :)