In my dreams, back to reality (A TOH story)

Chapter 1

It was the worst day of Luz Noceda's entire life. Watching these memories play over and over like a broken record in her feverish dreams, was certainly her own version of hell. It felt like a hot iron was being pressed into her brain endlessly, never giving her a moment of rest.

Of course Amity was worried, Luz had had a 104 degree fever for 2 days, she couldn't keep any food or water down and she barely moved. Her skin was rough and sensitive, causing her to react as if she had been hit whenever touched.

Camila had spent the past few days watching over her, not knowing just what to do. She knew Luz was going through something, but she couldn't help. She saw the way her beloved daughter tossed and turned in bed, having panic attacks whenever Camila suggested she be taken to the hospital.

In the way Luz had been acting, Camila had every mind to call an ambulance immediately, but she couldn't do that to her poor sweet Luz. The sounds of the alarms would cause her to run and have flashbacks. It simply was not an option at the moment. There was nothing else Camila could do except care for Luz personally.

In the depths of the dream realm, from the darkness, sprung forth the awful memories that haunted Luz. The inability to save everyone, keep her friends safe and keep herself together spiraling in her head like a swarm of angry bees. The thoughts were pricking and pulling away at her line of defenses, driving her closer and closer to a breakdown.

Luz had felt like this before, not long after her father had passed, and again after Eda had been taken to the Emperor for petrification. It was all too much to handle, and in this state Luz's only coping mechanisms were stripped
from her.

The lack of privacy had been driving her crazy, she always had someone watching her, jotting down what she had eaten and what had come back up, watching and taking notes as she ripped the skin from her arms under the covers.

She had refused going to the hospital multiple times, knowing it would break her spirit and cause her to lash out and hurt someone. Most of her days had been spent being watched by Amity, who made her soup and read to her.

Amity knew what she was doing under that blanket, but she didn't have the heart to stop her. It felt like confronting her mother about the abuse she'd endured, she felt more comfortable sitting and watching, trying not to get too worked up at the thought of her lovely girlfriend hurting herself.