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."

it was a cramp, but his reaction

long till we get back to Vista

his watch, "Around eight or

go

paused, then

"You're keeping something

bending and straightening

a little, nodding,

up, "Dr. Andrews is on

"I'm sorry."

looked puzzled by my sudden apology.

asleep without

after what you and the kid have been through i'm just relieved you could sleep was worried you wouldn't

up to inspect

just scrapes, and the cuts aren't

not those I'm worried

sit at the edge of the bed and gently opened

you were rushed to the ER, I woke up here

me to sit on his

my cheek, "Don't worry, you won't crush

on my back are nothing

as he

head on my sighing, "But

hold it

of leaving me."

couldn't help but feel

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