𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 ||𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦||

𝑉. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐼

(ignore that it says part 2)

Nightmares are the nightmares of everyone's night. And they just so happen to be there for Aurora's day and small nap.

Aurora was drowning, in thoughts and in water. She tried to get out, she tried to go up but all her thoughts and all the water kept coming and pushing her down. She looked around her in panic, but it only made it worse.

Her mother was next to her, she wasn't moving, she was already dead.

She looked at her other side and there was her father, he wasn't moving, he was already dead.

Aurora looked in front of her and she looked into ocean blue eyes, clearer than the lake they were in now. It was Violet.

Aurora tried to reach her, swim to her, but she got pulled back. Olaf and Esmé, as large as giants held her back as they laughed maniacally.

Aurora was drowning, she was drowning, and she wasn't getting air as she drowned in a lake.

Soft shakes like waves dragged Aurora out of her nightmare as she gasped for air.

"Rory, it's time to get out," Hooky said as he opened the door for her while Aurora tried to get her breathing normal and getting rid of the cold sweat. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just had a nightmare." She replied as she got out of the car and looked at the huge hospital.

"Again?" Alex asked who stood next to her.

"Yeah," Aurora whispered. "Why are we at a hospital?"

"Oh, yeah, apparently the Baudelaires are here." Hooky smiled.

"They're here?" Aurora repeated with a slight hint of hope before Olaf ruined it again.

"Hench people, Snicket Junior, put this on. And if I hear even a peed from you Snicket I will tell everyone you're some crazy person." Olaf sneered as he threw some clothes to Aurora.

"Says the middle-aged man who's obsessed with three children." Aurora deadpanned and Olaf turned around with a sneer.

Aurora walked into the hospital with a disgusted look, she hated hospitals. She had simple white pants with a cute white top that had a red heart on them. Her dark curly hair was pulled in a bun but that one strand of hair still hung in front of her eyes. But she didn't care, she just wanted to find the Baudelaires.

"Leave the talking to me," Olaf ordered as they walked to the front desk.

"We can both talk, darling. We're a team of big-deal, snazzy doctors." Esmé replied.

"You're dressed as a nurse. Plus, no one'll believe you went to medical school." Olaf shot back.

"I could have gone to medical school. I love cadavers." Esmé scoffed as Aurora rolled her eyes.