On the Inside with Elizabeth Olsen

Olsen IV

I get a feeling when I look in his eye
Do you need a 180 billion different reasons why?

TW: Hospitals and everything to do with them :) Blood.

MoM Spoilers!

ANYWAYS

Y/N POV

I wake up gasping for air from a nightmare I haven't had in nearly 8 months. As the cold sweat beats down my chest, I pad myself checking for any wires connected to my body. I sharply look around the bedroom, ensuring that there are no monitors, nurses, or IV drips. Once I feel safe with my surroundings, I lay back down on the bed, trying my best to calm my breathing. With each breath I release, I faintly hear the beeps of the heart monitor from my nightmare. I do my best to shake the noise out of my head but to no avail. With a groan, I lift myself and locate my phone. Through the blinding light, I see the time is 3:39 am.

"Shit."

I drop my phone and move my exhausted body to the edge of the bed and let my feet hang. I look down at my chest and see that the sweat has seeped through my shirt. Knowing I won't be getting sleep anytime soon, I guess now is the best time for a shower. I cling to the bottom of my shirt and pull it off my body, letting it hit the floor. Soon after, my shorts and underwear join the pile.

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Thankfully I know how to work the shower this time around.

Afraid to shut my eyes, I stare up at the ceiling as I let the droplets of water fall onto my body. The feeling each bead of water has on my body becomes deeper as I turn myself under the showerhead. I part my lips and let a satisfied sigh escape them as my breathing becomes regular again.

Doing what I came in here to do, I grab the loofa James bought for me, and my body wash and begin scrubbing the nightmare off of me. But- but why did it happen again? I run the loofa across my chest and down my side as I wonder what I've done wrong. I squeeze the loofa behind my shoulder, allowing the soap to slide down my back. Did I do something wrong? Is that why I- I had the nightmare again? I turn my back to the water, letting it wash me off. I'm too busy being caught up in my head that when I went to pick some sleep out of my eye, I forgot how covered in soap my hands were.

The stinging pain that followed was terrible.

But closing my eyes and being thrown right back into my nightmare was worse.

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I'm lying in a hospital bed. Davey's hospital bed. I can feel the cool breeze around my shaved head. My arms and chest are hooked up to machines around me. Except I'm not hooked up like you usually would. Instead, each tube and patch is digging into my skin, forcing me to bleed. In addition to that, the monitors don't suggest much aside from the fact that there's no heartbeat detected. I flatlined. The ear-piercing monotone beep is alive in my ears. Every time I go to scream, I have no voice. I go to move; I find myself strapped down.

I'm quickly losing hope until they walk in.

A nurse opens the door with a group of people behind her.

But they stop at the doorway, and I watch as the smile on their faces crumbles. Behind the nurse is my mom, Max, and then a faceless brunette. One by one, each of them drops to their knees. I do my best to launch myself closer to them, but each effort leaves me pushing myself away.

And just before I wake up.

I hear Davey.

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I don't remember turning off the shower, but I guess in my blind soap-filled haze, I did it. I'm glad I did. I would've felt like an asshole if I had flooded James' place because I collapsed in the tub.