I just wanna thank you guys for being so patient with me, even though it's been so long (I'm so sorry). This is going to be the last chapter, and I'm going to try to update Fine Again very soon. Also, thanks so much to The Beautiful Filth (I love your username by the way), mozzi-girl (Molly), HopelessRomantic1994 (Jade) and NikeaWow for the reviews; I hope you enjoy the last chapter!

Natara's PoV

I open my eyes to bright sunlight, tinted yellow by the sunshine-yellow curtains that cover the panes of glass before me. Sitting up, the first think I notice is the dull ache just behind my eyes. The second is that I have no idea where I am.

There's medical equipment beside my bed, and as I slowly pull myself to my feet the room spins, forcing me to grab the nearest machine for support. After it passes I slowly walk over to the window, pulling back the curtains and peering down. The window is thoroughly frosted, but after a minute of pressing my hand to the ice-cold surface I manage to create a circle large enough to see out.

There's a parking lot below, fairly empty due to the barely-rising sun. Beyond that I can see city streets; and in the distance I can see the ocean peaking out from between two tall buildings. A sign in the parking lot tells me that I'm in San Francisco General Hospital.

'San Francisco?' I think. 'How in the world did I end up here?'.

There's a knock at the door and I turn from the window, watching as a man with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair slips inside. There's a huge smile on his face, suggesting that he's happy to see me…but I don't recognize him.

"I'm so glad you're okay". He reaches forward as if to pull me into a hug, but I inch away, avoiding his embrace.

"I'm sorry…do I know you?".

A look of realization crosses the man'a face; and several emotions show in only a matter of seconds before vanishing behind a mask of feigned strength. Fear, anger, sorrow…even some that I can't describe. But I know I've hurt this man, the one that I don't even faintly recognize. I hurt him real bad.

"I'm sorry" I say again. "I'm really sorry".

The man makes a rather twitchy movement toward me, as if he were about to wrap me in an embrace but suddenly remembered the situation and decided against it at the last moment. He looks rather lost for a moment, like a puppy that's strayed too far from it's owner. I feel a twinge of sadness pull at my heart, and it barely takes a second for me to realize that even if I don't know him, i still don't want to see this man get hurt. So I look up into his big sad eyes and, without even hesitating, reach out and hug him.

For a brief moment, the man doesn't react. He seems shocked. He's probably as confused as I am at this point, and in a few moments that feel like an awkward eternity he does nothing. But soon he wraps his arms around me, his fingers pressed into the notches of my spine, his warmth leaking into my skin. I take a moment to just breathe, inhaling deeply and trying to think who this man could possibly be.

And then it hits me. I know this man. I know his embrace. I know the scent of his jacket and the warmth of his body. I know that, if I touched it, his hair would be soft and thick. I know how his face feels against mine on mornings that he doesn't shave. I know how it feels to have him stand behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist as I sip coffee and watch the early San Francisco traffic from the window in his apartment. I know how it feels to have his lips press against mine early in the morning, before the streets are filled with honking horns and screeching tires. I know what if feels like to lay my head on his chest and hear the air enter his lungs.

I know what if feels like to be carried out of danger by him, not knowing where we're going, but knowing it's better than where I am.

All of this hits me like an fist in my gut; both the good memories and the bad. I know about Shawn. I know about Ken. I know why I lost my memory. I know all the things I wish I could forget, but none of that matters. All that matters is that my journey through hell is finally over now, and I can finally breathe again.

"Mal…". I stop there. I don't know what to say. I don't think I ever will. But just his name is enough, and without a moment of hesitating I feel his lips on mine; and I know that, for now, all is right with the world.