Touched

Four, Postponed

'saviours from eternal damnation or bringers of another unwelcome fate'

I missed my bed. It feels like I never get to spend enough time in it even when I have a concussion and am put on bed rest, I can never stay down long because life doesn't wait for anyone to get better.

It's why the hospital is so concerned about my vision, because if I end up blind then what am I going to do then. Which I hear them, I honestly get their point, but I can't let work down with my bullshit and Monica has to look after me enough.

I am trying to be less of a burden, because my medical issues are not everyone else's problem, I have to remind myself that when I find myself complaining to Mon about it.

The bed is clammy, my skin warm with perspiration and my body tingles as I come back to earth, and god that dream was horrific. They usually are but this one felt so real, I was convinced I was being torn open, that I was dying but my body doesn't ache and the gash on my stomach is non-existent as I am laying half on that side of my body.

I try and stretch out my tired muscles, but my bed feels lumpy, like I have rolled myself underneath all my blankets during the course of the night. The cacoon I have made myself is tempting, I can feel myself being easily lulled back to sleep, but the soft murmuring of a voice stops me.

I must be late if Mon is trying to wake me up, usually we leave each other alone when it comes to sleep, especially with how much the two of us work. "Evelyn, come on, it's time to wake up now"

I can't help the groan that leaves my lips at her words, it is never time to wake up, it's always an inconvenience and I will stand by that until the day I die. Vague flickers of my nightmare cling to the edge of my mind, trying to claw their way back, like violent reminders with my almost trip to the afterlife.

"Come on love, you need to wake up" Mon says again, usually she would have just tugged the blanket off of me. "You're safe now"

You're safe now.

Why would Mon say that, I'm not still in hospital and that's the only place I hear words like that. I pull my eyelids open, ready to tell her to get fucked. A head of burgundy curls is the first thing I recognise, brown eyes follow and the uneasy face of Selena breaks through the rest of my groggy mind.

As I shift, I feel the bed behind me move with it, realising that the nightmare was in fact my reality I jolt out of the other person's embrace and roll in the opposite direction away from them.

It wasn't a nightmare.

"Get away from me" I shriek, halting Selena's steps with my plea. She was good to me, I remember her being so good to me, but I almost died, she didn't get me out of there and god damn it, I cannot find the rationale I had yesterday. I can't make sense as to why I let myself believe that they wanted to protect me.

"Listen to me Evelyn, okay?" Selena tries again, and I press myself closer against the wall, I can see the frame of the door that is right next to me. "We brought you in here after the Blood-Ball, we- I didn't let them go through with killing you. Do you remember that?"

I nod weakly in response, palms flat against the wall. "We talked about it in the bathroom, the odd kind of bond that we feel, with the warmth. That wasn't a dream okay, I know we let you get hurt but I am trying to make that right, so I got Rhydian to save you"

My eyes leave her's at the mention of his name, he is standing in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest and striking green eyes staring back at me. He did this.