I had a nightmare.

Actually, a series of them.

But the last dream was different. I dreamed of Grandma, her face radiating kindness as she spoke to me.

But her words were gibberish to me.

It felt like she was saying goodbye.

Why would she be saying goodbye?

"Grandma, don't go!"

I saw her leaving in my dream, shouting for her in my sleep, chasing her through the mists of my subconscious.

But although she seemed to move at a snail's pace, I couldn't catch up.

Suddenly, the scene shifted, and I woke up with a start, my foot stepping into thin air.

"Don't move."

I was drenched in sweat, feeling an iron grip on my calf.

The pain was sharp, drawing a wince and a gasp from me.

As the pain eased, I saw Gregory massaging my leg.

"You've got a cramp."

but his reaction was

long till we get

watch, "Around eight

to go see Grandma

paused, then

keeping something from me,

straightening my

my leg a little, nodding,

stood up, "Dr. Andrews is on

"I'm sorry."

puzzled by my sudden

asleep without

amused, patting my cheek, "Even if you had asked, these wounds wouldn't heal instantly Besides, after what you and

got up to

said, "They're just scrapes, and the cuts aren't

those I'm

the

were rushed to the ER, I woke up here on

my hand, guiding me to

my cheek, "Don't

on my back

grew anxious as he

head on my

hold it an

of leaving

help

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