My dream, as a fan fiction

Part 16

In the meantime, the griever took Alice back to Wicked...

Alice was unconscious... They laid her down in bed, in her old room.

Few hours later she woke up.
She looked around her and recognized the place.
She stood up and walked out her room...
She thought by herself: "Hmm, I'm back at Wicked, or did I never left? Was I really in the glade or was it all a dream?"

She walked through the hallway and walked into Janson.

"Hey Alice, you're awake, are you okay?" Asked Janson.
Alice: "Uh, yeah, I think so, what happened?"
Janson: "You were unconscious for a while, we were a bit worried."
Alice: "For how long?"
Janson: "A few weeks."

Alice: "Wait, what, what the bloody hell happened to me?"
Janson: "You got into a fight with someone here at Wicked, he stabbed you, after that you where unconscious for weeks, at first, we hold you in a ligjt coma so your body could heal, but after that you didn't wake up, glad you're awake now."

Alice: "Bloody hell, so the part that I got stabbed wasn't a dream but the rest... I..."
Janson: "What did you dream?"
Alice: "I was in the glade, I met some boys... I... I don't know it's hard to remember."
Janson: "Good thing it was just a dream."
Alice: "Yeah, I guess so, I think I go back to my room to get more rest."
Janson: "Good idea, take your time."
Alice: "Thanks!"

Alice walked back to her room with the thoughts: "I know Janson is lying, he holds something back... But what...?
Was it really just a dream?"

Janson walked to Ava...

Ava: "So she is awake? Does she remember anything?"
Janson: "No, I don't think so, she just thinks everything was just a dream."
Ava: "Good, we can't afford to lose her again."