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I studied Travark keenly before I nodded my head as a go ahead, telling him that I'd listen to what he had to say at the moment.

"Zaria, I've been observing you while you slept," he began. I eyed him dangerously and he held his hands up, palm facing me, "Not like that or any other evil idea you've wined up in your head Z," he said, rolling his eyes.

I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, demanding him to explain how he meant then.

He looked down at his lap, bit his bottom lip and looked back up at me and whispered almost inaudibly "I've misjudged your situation Zaria."

Oh finally you notice that you guys are over exaggerating.

"It's way more serious," he said, piercing my thoughts and wiping the smirk off my face.

What? What does he mean?

"You're not only a threat to society," he said. "You're an harm to yourself."

Wha...?! Okay. Now I'm confused.

"What do you mean?" I queried, my voice enveloped with worry and confusion.

"While you dream, you act out on your dreams," he said, way too calm for the way my mind was whirling right now. "Your breath hitch a lot and your breathe at an extremely high rate most of the times, you rug at your hair and toss wildly, fighting and all," he paused to let his words sink in.

"Basically what I'm saying is that to you, your dreams are real, so you react to them. You physically move your limbs, you scream, cry, shout, punch, hit and even get up out of your bed and engage in activities related to your dream. We have had to come inside the room quite a number of times to tranquilize you and no matter how many times we increase the dosage, you always return the same way a few minutes after."

I tried to wrap my mind around this new piece of information. I didn't know how to take it. I wanted to throw a tantrum and get angry at him for tranquilizing me but I just couldn't. So this explains the blotches and bruises that I'd always wake up and see all over me, that I'd usually blame Akravia for for messing around with me in my sleep.

I wanted to continue being the rebellious me but I guess I needed his help since I had no other way to help myself.

"What do you suggest I do?" I asked quietly.

"Well," he got up from the bed energetically, "first we move you from this horrible room," he said, making up his face in disgust.

I nodded in total agreement. This was the first thing we EVER agreed on. And something tells me it'll be the last.