❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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THE BOY WAS SICKLY PALE. He had dark rings under his eyes and his lips were dried and cracked. There was an IV pushed into his arm and an oxygen cannula across his face. A heart monitor beeped in the corner.
Sara couldn't sleep. She was watching Will through the waiting room window, head resting against Steve's shoulder as she was turned towards them. Her back was pressed up against his side. She had her leg shaking up and down with nervousness, listening to Bowie through her walkman's headphones. Steve looked over at her. "Hey." He placed a gentle hand on her jolting knee. "It's all going to be okay."
She shot him a grateful look. "Thank you, Steve." She grazed her eyes over to the set of chairs opposite of them, where James was sleeping beside Katie — the thirteen-year-old propped up against his side with her braided hair splayed across her face.
"Hey, what's it like to walk through dreams?" he asked her.
Sar smiled slightly, leaning her head back against him. "It's... beautiful. It's the most beautiful thing I've seen, Steve. Human minds can be so dark, but they're so beautiful. And when they create stories and worlds just out of their hearts... I've seen colours I've never before, planets and dawns with three moons. Desert adventures and stuff out of action films. In the morning, people only remember the mundane dreams. But I can see and live it all. In that moment, I'm in my own world. It may be somebody else's dream, but I can run and swim and fight in it. Like it's mine." She smiled weakly up at him. "It probably doesn't make a lot of sense. You'd have to really see it to understand how amazing it is. And I can alter dreamscapes while I'm there, even interact with people, though I've only done it inside the lab and with people I know." She nudged him gently. "So if you ever have nightmares, just come to me, right? I'm like Anti-Nightmare Woman, or something."
"It sounds so beautiful, Sar," Steve grinned. "I wish I could remember dreams like that."
Sar shrugged. "It's a nice escape for a while—at night, while I'm drifing into sleep, or just can't sleep. Then I'm not 'Sar, the failed experiment number 006 of Hawkins Lab', I'm just... me."
"You're much more than a failed experiment, anyway," Steve told her, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Sar smiled sweetly at him, but didn't quite know what to say. The warmth and adoration emitting off him made her heart glow and her grin soften.
"Thank you, Steve." Sar leant back against Steve's shoulder and closed her eyes, just for a moment. She was so incredibly tired.
The next thing she knew, she must have fallen asleep — damn her — because Jonathan Byers was bursting through the door beside her and she was jolting awake. She raised her hands to rub beneath her eyes sleepily as Steve smiled down at her. The girl pulled herself back in sitting position, where she had been, embarrassingly, practically sprawled on Steve's side. "He's awake." Sar practically flew out of her seat. Her feet scrambled on the tiled floor as she almost ran into the wall while trying to get around the wall. She ended up sprinting down the hall while the others watched her through the window.
