When Dreams Come True!

The End!

Black out!

*After 5 hours*

My eyes slowly opened. I couldn't see clearly. Blured.

Dylan was holding my hand, sitting next to me.

"Where am I", I whispered.

"Hospital", He kissed my hand.

"But I was dead", I mumbled.

*Flash Back*

I was in water. Drowning slowly. Dylan jumped in to save me. He got my hand, pulled me up and took me out. Gave me CPR.

Ambulance was there as the accident happened. Some were killed some were injured.

Dylan cupped me in his arms and took me to the hospital.

Doctors saved me.

*Now*

"Ah! Guess that last wish worked", I breathed.

"Doctor said we can go home in morning", he smiled.

"Mmm-hmm", I mumbled.

"I'll just be back. Some formalities", He kissed my forehead and walked out.

Was running toward my dreams, tripped over reality and hit my head on the truth. Ouch!

*Morning 11am*

Back to home.

"Okay so... now that you're home doesn't mean you're allowed to roam. Go to bed and rest", Dylan ordered.

"I'm fine. I can't be on bed all day...its boring", I uttered.

"I'll read to you", He smiled.

"I'm not a baby. I don't need stories", I fooofed.

"Yes you are", He said.

"What baby", I posed.

"Yep..baby", he mumbled and made me go to bed, covering me with blanket.

"No i'm not...w-what are you doing", I chuckled.

Then he got me food on bed.

"You are not baby..as baby. I mean not a small baby. But baby my baby", He smirked.

"Now eat it. You must be hungry and I'm starving too", He sighed.

We eat together then he cleaned up, did the dishes and came to me again.

"Baby tell me that you want me...want me. Baby tell me that you need me. 'Cause you know i'm onto you...keep it on the low i'll be waiting for you", I started singing.

"Baby c'mon let me show you..", I grabbed him with his collars, pulling him closer.

"W-wait...", He started.

"Show you what I can do 'cause you know i'm onto you...", I shut his mouth and kept going.

"Okay then...keep on moving closer i'm falling over you", He started singing too.

When he started I burst out laughing. I tossed him side and laughed.

"What. Huh...", he got mad and walked out.

I followed him but was still laughing.

"Dylan...stop. Okay i'm sorry", I said.

I stopped him and tried to look serious.

"You..just....i'm sorry but don't ever sing again and that too wrong lyrics", I nodded.

"I'm not that bad...am I", he asked.