I let out a deep breath. It shook so much... From the pain... The agony... I couldn't take it anymore. "Hey Morgan. Call me in sick tomorrow. No. Right now. I seriously don't think-" I cut myself off with a cough. My legs shook. I was wobbiling now. "Liz. Sit down. Take a deep breath. I'm sure you can make it." He says, his voice nearly about to yell. I cough once more in my hand. I curse into the phone, staring at the blood in my hand. "Hey Derek. Remember when I called Hotch when I saw Aiden dead?" I ask, seeing a flash, and I was on my knees. "Are you okay?!" He says, yelling now. "I see him now. He's telling me to let go. Should I?" I ask, my voice weak. I realise I was on the floor. I hear someone coming up the stairs. "Liz! Liz! Stay with me!" He yells. "Mom?!" I hear a shriek. It was Amy. "Mom! Oh my God Raina! Raina! Mary! Call 9-1-1! Mom!!" She screams. Morgan was off the phone now, and I could see Aiden holding Lindsey. My parents with them. They were shouting. I hear a familiar song....
What could it be?
It was the song Aiden played on our wedding day. All memories came crushing down on me. I was in pain. Lindsey was crying to me. I had to make it! I needed to!
I hear hard steps, and yells. "Poison!" Is all I hear a man say. I hear more men shouting. I was being picked up now. I could see now. Hearing sirens, and seeing bright lights. I was in too much pain. I shut off for a moment, and came back. I wasn't blinking. It was all real.
I quit!
No you don't!
Yes I do!
Don't leave us!!
It was familiar. Too familiar. Death. It was real now. Why realise it now? Before dying? The baby. I promised myself to not give up. I promised Raina, Aiden, Lindsey, Mary, and myself. I couldn't let anyone down. I let them fall. I was dying. I realised this long ago. I didn't believe myself. I couldn't! No!
It was so silent.. The silence was too loud for my hears. I see the brightest light ever. Was I alive? Probably not? I didn't want to live anymore.... Why put me through more pain? Why did I have to wake up every morning? I knew this day would come, but why did I have to face waking up... Again? I look up. Bright lights. I only saw bright lights. Hospital lights. I hear crying.... Babies? Yes.. "What?" I ask, and sit up. I look around the room, seeing an almost... Operating room... But with two children? I sit the bed up, and look at them. Two.. Black haired children. They were as white as a cloud in summer.... But with grey eyes. Two boys. "Miss Lakes?" A man asks. "Your children." He says. I stare at him. "What?" I ask. I was too surprised. "It can't be! I was only ten months!" I say. "A C-section. You need to recover. Lay down now. You'd be glad you survived from that coma. Two weeks. We found this in your room. It's quite good." He says, and hands me my book. I stare at him. "How'd you get this? Did you read it?" I ask him. He nods. "Long, but good. Are you a writer? What genre is it?" He asks. I stare at him, horrified. "It's... It's a biography." I tell him. He gasps. "A biography? A seven hundred page book, a biography? It took me about two weeks to finish! Have it published! It's amazing." He says. "Why did you read it?" I ask him. "It was quite large. The paramedics said to give it to you." He says. I look at it for a moment, then sigh. "Where is... My family?" I ask. "In the waiting room." He says. "Can... I see them?" I ask. "Of course not." He says. I stare at him. Then it hits me.
It was a dream....
