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."

was a cramp, but his reaction was quicker than

how long till we get

watch, "Around eight or nine

want to go see

paused, then

"You're keeping something from me, aren't

and straightening my leg,

a little, nodding, "Yeah,

"Dr. Andrews is on board. Let's

"I'm sorry."

my

explained, "I just fell asleep without asking how

had asked, these wounds wouldn't heal instantly Besides, after what you and

got up to inspect his

cuts

those I'm worried

sit at the edge of the bed and gently opened his

woke up here on Mark's boat,

took my hand, guiding me to sit on his

resisted, but he pinched my cheek, "Don't worry, you won't crush

back

as he tensed,

his head on my sighing,

don't hold it an

of leaving

couldn't help

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