Lucid Dream

6- Our Nightmares

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Flowers. I am in a field of flowers. I don't know what flowers are they? Cosmos I guess. I looked around and saw the castles behind. I should run away but the scenery is so soothing. I heard a group of girls laughing and went towards them. Wow. people in my dreams.

" The northern kingdoms prince. It is said he slaughters 100 people per battle. And that's why no one messes with him and his Kingdom. That kingdom is dark and gloomy. I have no Idea why the king is marrying off the princess to such abnormal place out of all Kingdom"

" Yes I heard they are cold and gloomy covered with the winter forest."

"The crown prince is said to be emotionless and no one in the kingdom ever saw him smile or talk. No one looks at his eyes and it's said if you look at his eyes he slit your throat."

" Sound like Shadow" I laughed and then realized when all the heads turned to me.

"Highness" everyone stood up and bowed. . I had to look back to see who they greeted but it was only me. Mmmm. Weird actions but okay.

" Call me Thea" I said as usual grinning. The girls ! They are the epitome of gorgeous. The corset, The skirt, everything looks so good on them.

" We will be committing treason if we do that, your highness. It is the law of the nation" One of the girls exasperated with a horrified face. They all looked at me like I had gone crazy or something.

"I am sure I know the law. " I murmured trying to remember if I slept through a class when the professor mentioned something so bizarre. Suddenly A woman who was wearing an extravagant purple gown with 4 to 5 women behind her came towards me. She came and stopped in front of me and all the ladies behind me bowed. Wait, am I in a Korean drama mixed with English one? What's up with bowing and these dresses?

" You should get ready, Athena. The prince will arrive soon" The woman said in a stern but compassionate tone.

" It's Anthea. Thea in short." I abruptly state. Why do I feel like I am in another universe?

"Athena, you don't tell your mother how to pronounce your name. Besides, you were named after a Greek goddess. " She spoke in a disappointing tone.

"I am dreaming right ? " I said in a confused tone. It have to be one of my stupid dreams.

" Everyone feels that before their wedding" She chuckled before pulling me away.

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I woke up and Wow I had a normal dream like normal people I thought. I looked at my right hand which is tightly clutched by Shadow's left hand. I looked at my phone. It's 7am. I have work at 9 am. It's plenty. I checked His fever. Thank god he has none. At night he had a lot of nightmares and when I held his hand he slept calmly and I also fell asleep. I slept beside him laying my head on the bed while my body remained on the floor.

I slowly removed my hand from his grip and removed his IV bag and went to the washroom to freshen up. I took a shower and got dressed in a black pencil skirt and black blouse. I let my hair naturally dry and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

I made chicken soup for him and a sandwich and black coffee for me. I went to my room to wake him up but he had already got his clothes on.

" Waittt... Don't move" I screamed. He turned back frighteningly and then I realized that I screamed at the top of my voice.

I calmly said" you need to suture your wound. Don't move"

" I am fine. I will manage it" he said, still in shock from my behavior.

"yaaa... I didn't take care of you all night to listen to your bullshit. Sit now and don't move." I half screamed again. I made him lay back and put his back against the headboard.

"Now, How will you stitch up your wound?" I angrily asked.

"I have the needles and stitch in my apartment. If you grab them I can stitch it myself" He spoke in a calm manner looking at my eyes

" What about anesthesia?" I snapped. Why am I getting angry? I should have gone to the anger management classes when I had time.

" I don't need them." He said, looking into my eyes. His stare. That's making me angry. It's like he is trying to search for an answer.

" how do you know?" I asked more calmly than before. I also realized neither of us blinked. What in the fucking staring competition going on? I finally looked at his wound avoiding his eyes.

"Well if you see all the stitch marks in my bicep and torso I did them all. Trust me what I am doing." He said as if it's an achievement.

" Give me your keys." I murmured

"It's in the side pocket." He pointed and I took out. Our face was closer than I intended it to be. I looked at him while taking the keys out and stated "don't move your left hand too. Where is the first aid box?"

"In the counter below my washroom."

" I will be back and DON'T MOVE" I hissed.

I went out in the hall and opened his door. The house is so Black but has a modern look. Everything, the couch, the kitchen Island, the curtains, the chairs, the door, everything is black. Typical.

And there is mine all white. I shook my head in disbelief and went to search the washroom which I am sure is attached with the bedroom. I opened the door and wasn't surprised to see only a bed and a cabinet. I opened the bathroom door and grabbed the medical kit from the counter. I also opened his closet to find a lot of white and black T-shirts and a lot of black jackets.

This dude has no color in his life, I murmured. I went back to my apartment and opened the medical kit and OH MY GOD. It's filled with so many needle drivers, tweezers, needle, thread, forceps. I came back to my apartment and handed him his kiit.

" Wait, wear this" I handed him some plastic disposable gloves i use when trying to make food

" I don't need them, " He murmured .

"I don't remember wanting your permission. Don't infect the wound. Put this" I yelled. I need to have strong black coffee to deal with him.

I left to grab my sandwich and coffee to watch the suture live documentary. He used a needle driver to grab the needle and Pulled all the threads out of the suture kit. He then Pushed the needle through the skin at a 90-degree angle and twisted his hand clockwise and the needle started coming up on the other side of the wound. He then unlocked the needle driver and reattached it near the tip of the needle , and pulled it until there was 1-2 inches of thread left on the right side of the wound and released the needle.

He moved his hand skillfully using little forces on the left hand. I was watching how slowly but surely his wound was closing up. And After 15 minutes he was done and placed a waterproof bandage on it. I gave him his T-shirt to change into. When he was changing I brought in his soup and medicine and placed it on the small table.

"Don't you have to leave" He said

" It's 8:30. I have 10 minutes more. Drink it." I said looking at my watch.

" Ask me?" he questioned in a monotonous voice and looked at me.

"What?" I genuinely got confused about what he meant.

"I know you are dying to ask me what happened? Ask me?" He said avoiding my eyes. I mean he is not wrong but I am not dying wtf.

Out of the thousand questions I have for him I asked "What did you see in your nightmares?" now looking at his grey eyes.

From the expression on his face, now this question is what he never expected.