Mind Games

Comatose Dreams

Nick awoke to the white walls of a hospital, he began to examine his surroundings. He quickly became aware of an IV in his arm, then his eyes fell on the person who sat next to him. It was Trubel, she held his other hand. She looked...different, her injuries where all gone. But it wasn't just that, she had a different demeanor then when he last saw her.

"You're awake." Trubel breathed a sigh of relief, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"What happens?" Nick asked, winching as he realized just how much his head hurt.

"You got hit by a Wesen, hard A Lowen to be exact. The guy bent a metal pipe over your head." Trubel answered.

"What?" Nick mumbled, trying to sit up.

"Hey, hey, you need to rest." Trubel stood and lightly put her hands on his shoulders.

Nick complied and laid back.

"The doctor said you have a really bad concussion. Nick, they had to induce a coma." Trubel informed, her tone low.

"The doctors where even worried you might have amnesia. What's the last thing you remember?" Trubel spoke, care in her words.

"Uh...you had just got back from an assignment in Santiago, we were chasing some kind of new Wesen." Nick replied.

"Assignment?" Trubel asked, not seeming to have any idea as to what he was talking about.

"Yeah, you know, Hadrian's Wall, Wesen uprising." Nick said.

"Nick I have no idea what Hadrian's Wall is, and as far as I know the only Wesen uprising we have is when Monroe and Rosalee beat us at bowling." Trubel laughed a little towards the end.

Nick rubbed how forehead, he was still groggy and now confused. What was happening?

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Nick sat in the exam table as the elderly doctor stood in front of him, checking his pupils with a light. Trubel sat in the chair in the corner of the room. The doctor checked his left eye then clinked the light off. The pain in Nick's head had lessened, but it was still there.

"You're healing very quickly. Quite frankly most people wouldn't have survived a blow like that, you're a very lucky man." The doctor stated.

"Thanks." Nick said quietly, still trying to wrap is head around the whole situation.

Nick didn't have specifics yet but as best he could tell, everything was different then he remembered it. There was no Black Claw, no Hadrian's Wall. No Adalind, and somehow no Juliette. At least Trubel was still there. Nick had so many questions, about his life, about Kelly. But he couldn't ask then now, not with so many people around. There aren't many words they could describe how Nick felt, he had awoken to a world that was the same, yet different then how he remember.

"Now the amnesia? From what I've heard, it's a little be different then your standard case. Can you tell me in your own words what you're experiencing?" The doctor tore Nick from his thoughts.

Nick sighed.

"It's not so much I can't remember, I'm just remembering things...differently, and I can't explain it." Nick replied.

"Well, Mr. Burkhardt, it is an odd situation but here's the best explanation I can offer. Comatose patients often have very vivid dreams while they're under, and you were also on some very powerful pain killers, many of which have been known to make people have nightmares and even hallucinations. That coupled with the severity of your concussion, it's not at all out of the question that your memories and dreams could've gotten jumbled and twisted together." The doctor reported, his tone almost soothing.

"My advice to you is, go home. Talk to friends and family, look at old photos. Try and get straight what is real and what was a dream. I have confidence that in time, the dreams you experienced while you were comatose will fade and your real memories will return." The doctor continued.

Nick nodded.

"So he can he come home?" Trubel inquired.

"Yes, but he should still rest, he needs time to heal. I would keep a close eyes on him just to be safe." The doctor turned to Trubel.

"If you have any questions or problems call this number." He scribbled something down and handed it to Trubel.

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Nick stepped through the front door of his 'house', Trubel right behind him. What bothered him the most was that he had never seen it before. It wasn't like his house with Juliette, and it wasn't like his house with Adalind either. It was different, but in a way he really liked. It was nice and cozy but defendable and safe. He was uneasy about his new predicament, but somehow the atmosphere of 'home' soothed him, made Nick feel at peace. Maybe this was his home after all.

As best he could tell Trubel still lived with him, Trubel had said that Monroe and Rosalee would be coming over later, brining Kelly with then. Nick felt relieved at finding out that Kelly wasn't just a figment of his imagination. Nick was hoping he could ask more questions as soon as everyone got there.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get the stuff out of the car." Trubel spoke, putting a hand in Nick's shoulder.

"Feel free to just look around, maybe it'll jog some memories." She suggested.

Nick watched her walk away and cracked a small smile, he was thankful that she hadn't changed, that she was with him. Nick slowly started to walk around, in took in his surroundings. Nike looked at several framed pictures on the wall. There were some of Kelly, some of Monroe and Rosalee, and some of him and Trubel. He walked up the stairs and looked at the many pictures that lined the wall. Then his eyes landed on one of him and Trubel, it was a wedding photo. Nick's Jaw dropped, it couldn't be. Could it? Nick ran his hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. Nick paced back and forth, how could he have missed it, he was wearing a wedding ring for Pete's sake. He was married to Trubel, this had to be a dream, this couldn't be real. Right?

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Monroe and Rosalee stood working in the Spice Shop, they were prepping for closing time and discussing pricing what herbs they'd need to order soon. Then a moment later, Trubel came through the Spice Shop door dragging an unconscious Nick with her. One his arms was draped over her shoulder and she struggled to hold him up.

"A little help please." She called, trying to keep him upright.

"What the hell happened?" Monroe blurted as he rushed over and put Nick's other arm over his shoulder.

Together they carried Nick to the bed in the back of the Spice Shop. Trubel stepped back catching her breath.

"We were chasing a Wesen...I've never anything like it." Trubel spoke, still a little out of breath.

"It did something to him, it was like it breathed some kind of smoke in his face, and now I can't wake him up." Trubel's voice grew worried, as she ran her hand over her face.

"What did it look like?" Rosalee questioned.

"It was blue...and she had this almost tattoo pattern on her skin. Nick said that she was a murder suspect and they'd connected her to a series of assaults where the victims slipped into comas afterwards." Trubel explained.

"You don't think it's ..." Monroe shot a look at Rosalee.

"I hope not." Rosalee replied gravely, before quickly walking out of the room.

"A what?" Trubel asked impatiently.

"A Traumweber." Rosalee answered, setting a large book down on the Spice Shop table.