Katrina's POV -

As I wake up, my head is pounding as if I have been whacked in the back of the head with a baseball bat. I let out many loud painful groans knowing I will have to open my eyes at some point. Slowly, I open them, grimacing with each moment that passes by. Finally, I'm able to look around the room I am in, not knowing what went on the night before. With a sigh of relief, my body relaxes as I realise, I am in my own room back at the gym. Thinking back to the night before, the last thing I remembered was drinking and laughing with Rain and the others at the bar. After that it's all a complete blur.

Looking at my bedside unit, I see a folded piece of paper. Reaching out, I wince as my head pounds yet again, reminding me to move delicately. Picking it up, I bring it closer to me, so that I am able to see what is on it. Written in pencil neatly, there is a short message left for me. 'PILLS AND WATER FOR YOUR HEAD – BLAKE.' Looking at the unit again, I notice that there are a couple of pills and a glass of water as stated on the note. Picking up the pills and water, I gulp them down, hoping they will kick in soon. If this is what a hangover feels like, I will not be drinking again.

As I lay there, my mind wonders to Blake. He's still such a mystery to me. I haven't known him long, but I know that I really want to get to know him. When I look at him, I see in his eyes he has his walls up. He hides himself from people, only allowing them to see what they need too without actually getting close to him. As I continue to think and ponder the man, I start to drift off to sleep as the pills start to kick in finally. I feel like this has become a common occurrence as of late. With my last thoughts being of Blake, it's no surprise he features throughout my dreams.

I see a small, blurry figure in the distance. I start walking towards them, curious, holding my hand up to my face as a sudden wind kicks up, blowing my hair all around making it a tangled mess. As I get closer, the figure starts to form somebody I find familiar. "Blake?" I whisper to myself unsure. "Blake!" I shout to him. He turns around slowly, looking at me. His eyes look haunted and sad. I start to speed up to reach him so I can comfort him one way or another. As I do, I see him turn away and start walking off. The distance between us doesn't get any smaller. "Blake!" I call out in desperation, tripping over and falling face first towards the ground.

With a gasp of fright, I jolt in bed, causing a hiss of agony to escape my lips as the action causes my leg to spasm. Looking down my body, I see I must have tossed and turned in my sleep. The pain killers must have been strong for me to do that and not wake up with the throbbing travelling throughout my leg. Tears fall from my eyes as I stay still as a rock, afraid to hurt it even more.

Twenty minutes must have passed with me just lying there, not being able to do anything. I hear footsteps getting louder and know someone is about to pass by. I go to call out to them, but only a croak escapes my mouth. Clearing my throat, I try again. This time is a small success. "Hello?" comes from me, my voice cracking with the one spoken word. The footsteps stop then start again as I see Blane walk into my room. He stops when he sees me crying before rushing over. In a rough voice which is never used, he asks me what is wrong. "Kat? What's wrong? What can I do? Do I need to get Rain?" With a whimper, I nod at his last question before replying in a quivering voice. "Please. My leg. It hurts so much." He nods. Standing up he walks around the bed whilst simultaneously whipping out his phone and sending a message in rapid speed.

At my bedside table, he opens the draw I couldn't quite reach, grabbing the pill bottle. Shaking out two, he holds them in his hand. Before he can run to get a glass of water, I grab his arm so he couldn't go anywhere. His body stiffens before looking down at me, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Please don't leave." I manage to say before sobs rack my body. He sits by me on the edge of the bed, taking my hand in his own, stroking it with his rough fingers. Soon after, luckily, Rain runs into the room. "What happened? What's wrong?" He says in a desperate voice, not liking me crying. With me not being able to speak, Blane does for me, shocking Rain. "Her leg." His voice is rough from under-use.

Getting over his shock, finally, he takes notice that Blane had pills ready and just needs some water. With a nod of comprehension, his hand reaches out to take the glass from Blane, before rushing into my bathroom, coming out again when it is filled.

With the help of them both, they sit me up so that I can take them without choking. My cries get louder, even though they be as gentle as possible, and movement sends pain rushing throughout my leg. After taking the pills, they sit either side of me. Rain tells me stories to distract me whilst holding my hand. Blane, now fully on the bed, hugs me to him and strokes my hair softly.

The constant noise and physical contact make me drift off to sleep pretty quick and finally my body is able to relax as I sleep.

The next time I wake, I see it has started getting dark and figure it is most likely evening time. Looking around the room, I see Rain asleep on the chair beside me. He must have been so worried he stayed with me the whole time. "Rain." I say, trying to wake him up. He jumps so violently he almost falls out of his chair, causing a small giggle to escape me. Rain rolls his eyes whilst smiling before getting up and sitting beside me. He brushes my hair back away from my face. "Hey missy. How you feeling?" he asks me softly.

Testing my leg, I wince as pain hits me. "It still hurts, but nowhere close to before." Before he can reply, my tummy rumbles loudly, letting me know it has been a while since I have eaten. We both laugh. "Fancy getting out of bed and eating? I'll carry you to the kitchen. Some of the guys are in there already." Rain asks me. With a sign from me, he scoops me up in his arms, carrying me from the room and into the kitchen.

The guys stop what they were doing and look up with concerned glances. Blane stands from his chair, gesturing to it. Rain places me down on the now empty seat. I smile in thanx to him. Blane comes to stand at my back, his arms holding my waist, ensuring I don't fall.

The others look at one another with confused glances making me giggle. I guess they didn't realise how close Blane and I had gotten. He had become my brother. We had gotten so close in fact, I sometimes actually called him 'brother' to Rain. Then again, I had also started calling Rain 'Dad'.

As I once again get lost in my thoughts, I'm startled out of them as Rain places a plate of food down in front of me. I smile in gratitude up at him, before devouring the food. The guys look at me shocked as I finish in no time. Pushing the plate away, I lean back into Blane and rest my hand upon my full stomach, letting out a content sigh.

As I sit there thinking, I interrupt the guys with a question I'm not sure they wish to answer to my own confusion. "What happened last night? It's all just a blur." They all look towards Rain, leaving it up to him to answer me. Clearing his throat nervously, he answers, "Well, we were celebrating. You had a few too many to drink, which we all noticed, and when it got to the point you could barely stay sitting up, we left. That's pretty much it." I smile and let out a giggle at my actions.

What I didn't notice, however, was the looks the others sent to Rain before blanking their expressions and joining in with my laughter.

Once I have calmed down, I realise I have slept the day away. "So, where's Blake today?" I ask looking towards Rain, since he's his coach. "He phoned Dean this morning saying he had to skip today. Some unexpected issue had turned up, which he had to deal with." He says back. I frown in worry. "I hope it's nothing major." Rain laughs softly, "I'm sure it's not. He said he'd be back in tomorrow and Dean said he sounded alright on the phone."

With that discussed, the room starts to get louder as conversations and laughter start up within the group. My own voice getting lost within the racket. My family. I thought with a smile at Blane. Life was good.