Nature's Cure

Dreaming

Elliot's dreams were generally pleasant, a dream with friends or a dream of a alternate universe where all was right. Intoxicated and exhausted her sleep was deep making her dreams even more vivid. In this dream the simple task of running down a road seemed to be an extremely difficult task, her vision was hazy but she seemed to be viewing herself run in third person. A sudden jump in scenery and she was in a car, driving. She didn't even know how to drive. In the back of the car was Zion. She knew it was him but it looked nothing like him, he was sick and she was panicked. Driving to nowhere she knew she had to get him help. Thoughts of how she would explain his illness to his family came into her mind. The car began to slow the more she imagined it. Then, she was sitting in the back of the car while a figure drove. Zion seemed to have died but when she tried to tell the driver he was dead her words became scrambled and she couldn't form the sentence. A wave of fear washed over her and she ran out the car trying to get home to the family. As she ran her foot became caught on a branch, she tripped and fell through the floor. It could have been an endless fall but she woke up with a jolt which left her body in a shiver.
Elliot's body was warm and clammy, her torso was being constricted by her top which had tightened due to the tossing and turning she'd done. Sitting up she threw her duvet off and tried to calm her lungs and heart down a little. The room was pitch black and each shadow which appeared as her eyes focused became a scary person in the dark coming to get her. Knocking everything off her bedside table she grabbed her lamp and turned it on. Clinging onto it she chuckled and her dramatic response.
Her room was shared with Sam but she'd not yet come to bed. Thinking about it, Elliot couldn't remember how she got to bed. Placing the lamp on the bedside table she threw her legs off the bed and sat on the edge. The realisation that she was actually feeling very sick was not pleasant, it filled the back of her throat as if she was drowning. Reaching her hands out for something to keep her steady she walked towards the door.
Eventually getting downstairs Elliot could see the warm glow of the kitchen lights shining through the hallway. For a moment the bright light added to her sickness but she soon adjusted. Tray was stood by an open window looked out with the radio turned on "Yup" Elliot said sounding as if in pain slightly "Yup yup Elliot" His responds was gloomy and concerned Elliot "What are the radio boys saying then?" She asked, accidentally splashing water over herself as she turned the tap on too fast "Nothing... it's just static" Elliot frowned and walked to stand with him "I think we're in trouble El" Elliot concentrated hard on his words "No, no. We made sure no one saw us in the shopping centre. We're fine" Tray didn't bother to correct her. It was too early in the morning to correct her. He reverted to standing in silence listening to the white noice which played, so calming. But in reality it was a warning for him. The disease was spreading too fast, people were turning on each other faster than he thought. For two weeks the country tired to ignore it but it snuck up behind them in their little day dream and now they couldn't imagine away to outrun it.
The silence quickly bored Elliot and she shuffled away upstairs again. Tray stood at the window and watched his sun rise.