Five years after Camp Cretaceous
Yasmina's POV
I was running with the antidote in my arms. I have to get it to Sammy before it's too late to save her. The trees started to blur into each other. But as I neared the camp, I felt as if I was too late and she would die as soon as I got there. I ran and handed Brooklynn the antidote, but her heart stopped as it was slowly injected into her arm. "No!! Please don't die on me, Sammy. I never meant what I said to you. Just please come back to me." her hand fell limp in my grasp and everything else crumbled to the ground.
I woke up with a jolt looking around my apartment to find myself in my bed and my girlfriend Sammy sleeping next to me. And breathed a sigh of relief, but I reached out and touched her shoulder anyway to ensure I wasn't dreaming. I got out of bed to clear my head.
As I got up, I looked at the clock. It is 2:00 am. Our border collie Salem walked up to me and pushed against my leg. I reached down and petted his reddish-brown fur. He tended to calm me down, but I never taught him to do this. "Hey, bud, let's go on a walk." Salem barked happily. I smiled as I grabbed his leash and harness, hooked him to it, and left the apartment. The cool morning air nipped at my skin as I walked Salem to the park a block away so he could run around. I tied him to the bench with a long enough lead so he could walk around and not hurt himself. I stayed there for about an hour sketching pictures of Salem. After that, Salem and I started to head back to the apartment. When I got back, Sammy was still sleeping. I changed into my nightclothes, curled up next to her, and slipped into a dreamless sleep.
When I woke up again, Sammy was running her hand through my hair. I shifted a little bit to tell her I was awake. Sammy said: "Morning, Yaz" "Good morning Sammy" as I moved closer to her. I ran my hand across her side and felt the scars the Scorpios had left her. They were small, around the size of a pinhead, but they are still noticeable. She breathed and spoke, "I noticed you left last night. Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I just had another nightmare of you dying, that's all," I replied.
As soon as those words left my mouth, I went dead silent as Sammy laid her hand across my chest and nuzzled into my neck. "You really should talk to someone about these nightmares. They sound like they're getting worse." Sammy whispered. "I know, and I will. But I'm scared that they won't believe me. I know it's stupid, but it is the truth. If I talked to someone about this, they would say it is just a dream to get over it." I replied. The silence between us was comfortable as I finally cleared my mind and just breathed in the scent radiating off my love, fresh hay, and delicate marigolds.
