meet me in the hallway ; r.g ; hemlock grove

09 ; dreaming

ROMAN'S POV

"hey there, beautiful dreamer." i chuckled, an inside reference only myself would get. that poor animal, i thought.

"h-hey.." imogen managed, sitting up slower. "what was it?" i asked, genuinely curious. "huh?" she responded. "your dream?" "oh- that. just a nightmare."

i didn't know how to ask her again without causing her suspicion. "my uncle is a therapist, i've learned a few things." not totally a lie. "im not that fucked up." she responded, in a bratty tone. "imogen, just tell me." i ordered, staring daggers at the younger girl. "fine. you caught me, i had a dream about you. or- or you were in it... i don't remember much of my dreams. you opened your jaw wide, like, wider than a human should. you killed me, i think. you bit my neck and just... ate." she shuddered.

"mm, interesting." i mumbled, pulling out a cigarette and digging in my pocket for a lighter. "roman! you're in a hospital!" imogen snapped, making me roll my eyes and pluck it back into the carton. "why was it interesting?" she said again. "nothing. just thought it was weird." i shrugged.

"where's peter?" she asked, worried. "he couldn't come." i said. "why?" i ignored her question, she was too anxious to argue.

suddenly, a nurse came in. "we talked it over, we can release you. the doctor is finishing up your papers, don't just throw them in the back of your car, they have important information you're gonna want if you wanna leave."

"wait, she's leaving now?" i knew the answer. little did anyone know, i was the reason for it.

"yes. try to stay with her for at least two nights, if you can't, have that other boy do it. it says that she lives alone..?" i turned to imogen for clarification, and she nodded.

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IMOGEN'S POV

roman was finishing up having a conversation with the doctor about my state & needs, while i just sat back and occupied myself. i didn't enjoy being coddled. although i knew it was necessary. and for some reason, again, roman's presence made me feel safe. "okay, you're good to go." roman's voice spoke, making me lift my head. i nodded, and began to get out. "whoa whoa whoa, not so fast." he turned to the doctor, "we have to take you out in a wheelchair." the doctor reminded. he pulled it out, helping me in it. "i'll pull the car up to the entrance." roman decided, jogging off.

i sighed, resting my head on my fist as i was pushed out after a few moments. we waited outside, and roman's car eventually pulled up, the tall boy hopping out of it and helping me into the passenger side. he had a quick conversation through the window before stepping on the gas.

i checked for my stuff, which was already in a duffel bag in the backseat. i sighed in relief. i tried to get a nap in, but to no avail. i felt so odd around roman. like i was safe but in danger at the same time.

it was silent, until i spoke. "why do you think they let me out so suddenly?"

roman lit a cigarette. "no idea."