I woke to being in a hospital room full of people. Including Dylan. They were all crowded around me peering down.
“Bloody Hell!” I panted as I found them all gazing at me. They looked relieved and concerned.
I heard one shout “It’s a miracle!”
Suddenly they all were ushered out except for one.
“You’ve been here for weeks. No one thought you would make it.” Dylan said a little sadly.
“What? Why?” I asked, shocked.
“You weren’t breathing. They kept you on oxygen, but yesterday they said if you didn’t wake up in the next three days they’d . . .” he stopped then looked down at his hands. “I’m sorry.” He finished.
“Why? What are you sorry for?”
“For everything. It’s just some things I can’t explain, and some things I just won’t explain.
And . . .I tried to protect you but . . . I guess it didn’t work.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his almost heartbroken face.
“Dylan. Tell me something?” I said quietly.
“What like?” he said looking up at me.
“What’s real and what’s a façade?”
He looked at me for a second like he couldn’t believe I just said that but then buried his head in his black hair again.
“I don’t know.” He murmured grimly. I nodded silently before being passed some Mewt.
“You need to drink . . .” He half-smiled. I nodded again and sipped it silently. The doctor came in then told Dylan to leave and let me rest. Dylan gently kissed my head and walked out of the hospital room. The doctor nodded in my direction then started with his analysis. He sat there typing for hours and hours. Type-type-sip-sip-sleep-sleep-type-type-sip-sleep continued on and on. He smiled at me then left the room. In the corner of the room I heard the faintest laugh. I sideways glanced to where the sound was and sure enough it was the man in the garden.
“So we meet again.” I whispered hoping that no one would here.
“Not necessary this is sound proof. And by the way that was step one of my instructions. Did I mention you really don’t have a choice?” he asked, grinning wildly, his thick dark hair slicked back.
“No that really didn’t come in the welcoming brochure.”
“What a pity.”
“How funny you know my name and you nearly killed me! But I don’t even know a thing about you.”
He raised his eyebrows at me slightly and then smiled sweetly.
“Good. But I can tell you to feel free to call me Dr. Morris.”
I scrunched my nose up at the sound but he looked stern so I reluctantly agreed to the lack of information and stupid name.
“Why did you try to kill me? Was it the ‘sleeping potion’?” I asked hesitantly hoping that it wouldn’t be coming out for the second act.
“No, and what kind of . . . person would I be if I revealed all my secrets?”
“A really nice one?” I guessed.
He shook his head slowly.
“A stupid one. You know I always thought you as smart.”
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The Other Side
Teen FictionTansy May's life has been nothing but an unfortunate roller-coaster of events; from thinking she was going to be burned to death by a bunch of crazy religionists, to being taken to another side of the world that she only thought existed in movies. ...
