Memories Are Made Of This
Disclaimer: If I owned The 4400...it would not be over. Don't even get me started.
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The room was quiet, a peaceful shade of white. Around her, figures moved purposefully around the room, surrounding something too small to be seen amongst the action.
She registered a strange feeling of missing something, like she was maybe missing a body part, or something equally important that should be on her person but wasn't. She felt a burning desire to get that thing back right away.
Suddenly a weak cry broke the silence and the room was abuzz with murmurs. The feeling of wanting became so extreme she cried out.
And awoke with start.
Diana Skouris shook her head, bemused. What a bizare dream. Everything had been so vague... it was impossible to discern anything from it, to analyze it. She rolled over and closed her eyes again, the strange feeling of longing still lingering like a faint fog within her head.
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The following night found Diana watching some medical drama half heartedly, Maia stretched out on the couch beside her. She watched the doctors and nurses run a patient into the ER, and then send a doctor to see a patient in another cubicle. The scene rang faint bells in her head. Hospitals. That what the dream reminded her of. A hospital room. The thought unnerved Diana a bit, but made no sense whatsoever, She disliked hospitals as much as the next person, she suposed. Maybe that was all it was.
'Mommy? Moommmmy.'
She turned and blinked at Maia's hand waving in her face.
Maia laughed.
'I'm going to bed. Maybe you oughta too!'
Diana raised her eyebrows, smiling.
'Is that so!'
She kissed her daughter lightly and watched her meander off to her room, quite comfortable on the couch. Nonetheless, she soon made her way to bed, thinking only of the masses of paperwork waiting on her desk the following morning.
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The room wasn't so quiet anymore. Now, she could make out murmers coming from the figures in the room. Anxious murmers. As she strained to see more, she could see that the figures were clearly doctors, nurses, all rushing around what she could make out to be a hospital room. She sat up in what she guessed what was the hospital bed. Everything was clearer now.
'Is she going to be okay?'
It took her a few secconds to recognise the voice as her own, and she wondered who she was talking about.
A few moments later, she saw the nurse turn around, carrying what appeared to be a blur of pink wrapped in a white towel.
A baby.
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'Watching too much late night TV, Diana?'
Diana looked up to face her partner warily.
'Excuse me?'
Tom made a sympathetic face.
'The bags under your eyes. Either that or or you're trying to get ahead of me with this paperwork and taking it home.'
Diana turned back to her files.
'Just...weird dreams. Doesnt make for quality sleep.'
The corners of Tom's mouth turned up.
'Kinky?'
Diana shot him a dirty look before getting up to find a coffee machine.
'If only.'
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This time, she knew what the feeling of missing something was. It was her baby. She wanted to hold her, to feel her, to have her with her.
As the nurse turned around, the baby made a small cry, and it almost broke Diana's heart.
'Please...is she going to be okay?'
A doctor leaned in to talk to her, his voice calm and kind.
'Miss Skouris, we need to monitor your baby for a while yet. Premature births...they can cause all sorts of complications. Unfortunately we're not out of the woods yet.'
The nurse began to hurry out of the room, the baby still in her arms.
Panic rising in her throat, she pleaded franticly with the doctor.
'No, please... I need to stay with her...'
The doctor shook his head firmly.
'You've just been through a traumatic birth, Miss Skouris. You need to rest, and we need to keep our eye on you aswell.'
Diana understood, but it didn't feel okay.
'Please...there must be a way. I don't ... I don't want her to be alone...Please !!.'
This time, when Diana woke up, she was crying.
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