No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

After the transfusion went overboard, I was plunged into a deep sleep, the kind that felt like being sucked into a black hole-no way out and no sense of time.

And the dreams, they were relentless. Voices hovered around, whispering warnings and reprimands that felt all too real.

"Licia, be careful, will ya? You can't just go around getting hurt. We can't always be there to patch you up."

"Felicia, losing that much blood...are you out of your mind?"

"You nincompoop, why on earth did you let them do a transfusion?"

"Felicia, help me, I'm so cold..."

The voices were a chaotic mix-my parents', Ernest's, and Conrad's.

I tried to speak, to scream, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate, not until the dream's spotlight landed on Conrad. He was riddled with wounds, bleeding out like a broken faucet.

I panicked. Conrad, with his rare blood type, wasn't supposed to bleed like this.

"Conrad, Conrad," I called out, my hands a frantic mess trying to stem the flow of blood.

But it was no use. The blood slipped through my fingers like water...

Fear gripped me, and all I could do was keep calling his name, "Conrad, Conrad..."

A voice, urgent and filled with concern, pulled me from the nightmare. My eyes fluttered open, breathing ragged from the terror. "Felicia,"

face etched with worry, holding my hands tightly in

he asked

I struggled to speak, my voice raw as if I'd

got into such

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imagery. knew it was just a dream,

my throat, I

a while ago, came to see you a few times. Told me to make sure

I

window. The daylight matched the

I been asleep

I knew too much

passed.

"Three days and nights."

shocked,

death," Dustin said,

a

helped me,