Sweet Dreams

by Violetta27

Lucy was diagnosed with a rare form of Sleeping Beauty Syndrome after a car accident in primary school. Now 21, she's spent half her life in a hospital, visited the ER more times than she can count, and knows all the doctors by name. She finds solace only in her dreams. Lucy watches the Doctor's adventures like a movie, wishing to go with him. Little does she know, she soon will.

1. Introduction

Introduction

I gasped sharply. Not again. I bit my lip until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I wanted so badly to deter it. I muttered angrily under my breath, already feeling the pain of defeat. The longer I waited the worse the it became, so I took a deep breath and paged one of the doctors. Sighing, I laid my head on my pillow to try to calm myself.

I heard an intern scuffling into the ward from the emergency room down the hall. The tall man scoured the room until he spotted my bright red hair. He dashed across the ward and injected morphine into my wrist—a pain I was now unresponsive to—placed me in a wheelchair, and more or less shoved me across the cold white tiles and into the ER. "Hey, Lucy." He greeted me breathily.

"Hey, Charles. Fancy meeting you here." I murmured, trying to focus on staying awake.

He chuckled, shaking his head.

Charles wheeled me next to a bed and a nurse assisted him in hoisting me onto a hospital bed. They hooked me up to multiple machines as I waited anxiously for the drug to start to run its course. I bit my lip anxiously, preparing myself for what would happen next.

Five seconds passed.

15 seconds.

30 seconds.

One minute.

Charles and I shared a sigh of pure relief.

And then…I passed out. Surprise.

Allow me to explain.

My name is Lucy Arnolds and I am a permanent patient at St. Francis Hospital. This June will mark the ninth year I've lived there. It all started on my primary school trip to London. I was talking to my friend when I tripped on some stray rubbish and fell into the street in front of a speeding car. Worst case scenario, right? Ever since the accident I have suffered from a very rare form of Sleeping Beauty Syndrome—so rare that I'm the only known person to have developed it. I experience excruciating chest pains that lead me to pass out as long as a few hours to weeks to months. The doctors have no idea how to treat me. They've given me countless medications over the years—all of which have proved ineffective. The most they can do is give me morphine and monitor my heart rate and blood pressure when one of my episodes occurs.

All other matters aside, one good thing has come out of this experience. After the accident I began to dream about an eccentric man that travels through time and space in a little blue box. His companions call him "The Doctor". Sometimes I think those dreams are the only things that give me hope; hope that I will eventually be cured and escape this prison. I want to see the world. I want do everything that my disorder has deprived me of.

I want to live.

AN: Updates are mainly going to be on Sundays. I hope you enjoyed it :)