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Daydream

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

To say that I was sick of being at home would be an understatement. The last nine days had been pure agony. Most of my time was either spent eating, sleeping, doing homework or spending time with Ron and my family. The last part I didn't mind so much though. Everything else was just growing old to me, including sleeping, especially since I slept for a total of eight hours a day if not more.

On the bright side I was healing up fairly quickly. I was relieved from my hideous brace today though I still couldn't walk very well. My concussion was slowly getting better. I was about one-fourth healed so I still had a week or so left to go. The only thing about my concussion that bothered me was the fact that I couldn't remember a single thing about the day I got hurt. I've been working non-stop to hopefully figure it out but everyone refused to talk to me about it. Ron may have told me that I remembered more than I thought I did, but every time I tried to think back my mind just drew blank. It angered me to say the least.

Ron has been really helpful to me during this whole process and I'm more than thankful for him and his company. He's been doing all he can to help me heal and get my strength back. Out of the nine days I've been stuck in this house, he's been with me for six of them. I insisted that he go to work but all he told me was that as long as he was here he knew that I would be safe. He was still completely oblivious to my feelings for him though I thought it was quite obvious. I wasn't complaining though. It was better that he didn't know, that way I wouldn't end up embarrassing myself.

Braelynn had stopped by to see me several times and I was more than relieved that she was okay. Like Ron had told me, my dad paid her to keep her mouth shut. No matter how hard I pressed she refused to reveal what happened to me. I honestly didn't think it could be that bad but the way everyone let on convinced me otherwise. It didn't once stop me from trying to figure it out though.

On the other hand, Tacoma had been a war zone for the past few days. The Decepticons or the Decepticon that my father's team has been fighting is still going strong. I didn't understand how one of them could do so much damage but then again I've never seen one in person or in action so I couldn't comment or speculate on the matter. All I knew was that these things were hard to defeat and I didn't know how much longer this army of humans could hold it back. I just prayed that they soon would cease to be a problem.

Right now I was making the most out of my Monday by sitting on the couch while watching action movies and eating a tub of cookie dough by myself. My mom, Annabelle, and I were the only ones home at the moment though my mother had been asleep with Anna for the past few hours. Ron and my dad had been called down to the base earlier to take care of some Decepticon business unknown to me. I didn't know when they'd be home. The only thing I cared about was whether or not they were okay.

I turned off the movie I had been watching and switched over to Fantastic Four. I had seen it so many times yet I still hadn't grown tired of it, something that surprised me. After propping my braceless knee onto one of the throw pillows I settled back into the couch and began watching the movie. Instead of watching the slow introduction, I skipped to the action segments of the film.

Buildings were collapsing and cars were engulfed in flames. People were running for their lives and it was absolutely chaotic. No matter how many times I watch this film, I would always cry when the building collapses on a little girl only for her to be saved by the Thing.

This was only a movie but I could only imagine how terrifying it must be for the people that have actually went through this. People like my father, Ron, their team, one-fourth of the Tacoma population and not to mention the people in Iraq and Afghanistan. One day I would have to endure it but I was just happy being where I was at this very moment.

As the movie progressed I began to feel a sharp pain on the inside of my head. I sat up and held my head in my hands hoping it would just go away. Two minutes passed and it was only getting worse. I was beginning to see images and I didn't know what to make of it.

The only thing I could see inside my head was a very distinct image. I was on the ground and above me, debris from what I assumed to be a building was making it's way down to me. After that all I could see was black. My mind drew a blank but the headache still remained and it was becoming worse than ever.

I could feel myself crying but I was far too focused on the pain to worry about it. The faint sound of the front door opening followed by rushed footsteps could be heard. Immediately I was pulled into someone's arms, though I didn't know whose.

"What's wrong, Azalea?" someone asked.

There was now someone else sitting behind me but I paid no attention. I just continued crying. Soon I felt two warm hands on either side of my face. After a few moments I calmed down enough to look at the face in front of me. My father sat looking at me with worry in his eyes. I turned around slowly and to see Ron staring at me with the same expression. I sighed and looked down at the floor.

"My head. It hurts," I whimpered.

"Do you want some medicine?" my dad asked me. I just nodded.

I felt Ron get up and could hear his footsteps as he walked upstairs and into my bedroom. My dad took me into his arms again and I just hugged him. The pain in my head was less than it was but it was still pretty bad. A few moments later I could hear Ron coming back down the stairs. I turned my head to look at him. He handed me the small bottle of pills and I grimaced knowing that they would put me to sleep. I took two of the tablets out of the bottle and swallowed them, not bothering to worry about anything to drink. After handing the bottle back to Ron, I said a quick thank you and rested my head on the back of the couch.

"Are you feeling better?" Ron asked me.

I nodded and closed my eyes. To me it felt like the pills were working faster and faster each time I took them. It wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep.

A/N: I highly doubt that happens in the movie, but I needed to make up something to give Azalea's mind a valid reason to give her that vision, so sorry if I confused anyone!

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