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136. 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

Queen

"Don't fight me on this."

I was in too much pain to fight him anyway.

Syn pulled the cover and placed me down on the bed. He lifted the blankets over me and I hated seeing the worry take over his features. He placed his hand on my forehead. "You're not even warm."

"I'll be fine, then," I assured him. "I'll just try to sleep—"

"No," he said. "By no means are you allowed to fall asleep. Not until the doctor gives you the okay. Is that clear?"

I nodded. "Okay."

He placed a kiss on my forehead and then one on my lips. "I'll be back."

He grabbed his keys and walked out of the door. When he was gone, I lifted my hand to my head. I felt fine on the outside.

I was only dying inside.

My head throbbed once again and I shut my eyes, furrowing my brows to alleviate it a bit. When I opened them, the room was freezing cold. Droplets of snow fell all around the room, each drop burning my skin with a cold I'd never felt before.

The walls surrounding me were covered, floor to ceiling in those same black veiny lines. The same ones that destroyed the sunflower field in my subconscious and covered my skin when I felt the darkness I took from Lilith envelope me.

Faceless shadows stood at every corner of the room, striking fear in my bones and paralyzing me to the spot on the bed. I moved the tiniest bit and they took a step toward me. I couldn't even look around to see how many of them there were because when I moved, they moved.

The shadows, only grew in size the closer they got.

I was shaking with fear, trying not to move and tears pricked my eyes.

"Queen," I heard. My eyes snapped to the head of the hospital bed where the version of me I saw in my dream sat. She was a lot calmer than I was. "Hi."

"What is happening?" I asked, terror claiming the strength in my voice.

"It's all in your head, my love." She tilted her head. "You can move."

"No, I can't. When I move, they get closer."

"And what's wrong with that?" She asked. "I've told you. The more you try to control it, the more pain you'll be in. This is a part of you now. Stop being afraid."

I blew out a humorless laugh and closed my eyes again. This bitch was fucking delusional. I felt the ache pass through my head again and let whatever nightmare that was disappear. I heard her sigh as everything became still and when I didn't feel the cold anymore, I opened my eyes.

When I saw the hospital staff surrounding me, I screamed.

"Your Highness," An old man in a white coat spoke. "I am Dr. Spockin. How are you feeling?"

"Umm." At least three other doctors were standing behind him, one nurse standing next to them. Why are they all here? "Hi, sorry. I must've fallen asleep."

"You were wide awake, ma'am." He offered a comforting smile. But that did not help me relax in the slightest. "You were unresponsive, but still awake. Just a bit zoned out."

"Oh." Great. I looked around the room, expecting some type of phantom to pop out.

"The King wanted a second opinion...and a third, and fourth," he joked, gesturing to his colleagues. "Is everything alright?"

I looked back at him and nodded.

"Good," he said and the lights in the room flickered. "You should keep your wits about you."