'We need the trauma unit down at ICU. Trauma unit to ICU.'

The speaker above my head blared to life, a female voice barking out instructions as I finished stacking bottles on the silver cart next to me. I straightened up, bending my knees a few times to try and get my circulation going again. I had been cataloguing medical supplies for well over an hour and my legs were stiff from bending down. I brushed a strand of auburn hair out of my face and glanced up at the clock on the wall. 11:47. Just thirteen minutes until my shift was over.

"Miss Tarrah?"

A voice came from down the hall and I turned my head to see one of the head nurses walking towards me, clipboard in hand.

"Hello Mrs. Janis, what can I do for you?"

The woman smiled and held out the clipboard for me to take. "Could you do me a favor and check that the patient in room 305 is doing okay? I just need you to ensure that the machines are still running properly and that her vital signs are normal before you leave for the night."

I nodded. "Sure, I'll go do that right now."

Mrs. Janis smiled appreciatively before turning and making her way back down the hall.

Room 305 was just a few hallways over and as I made my way there I looked over the information I had been given.

Name: LucielleRayne Harewood

Age: 9 years, 6 months

Parents: Thomas and Rima Harewood

Blood Type: A-

Symptoms Include: Weakness, fatigue, night sweating, pain and feeling of fullness below ribs, pinpoint bruising, joint pain

Admitted: May 5

Diagnosis: Acute Myelogenous Genisis Leukemia, Level E

I sighed sadly as I leafed through the files. You would think after all these years there would be a cure for cancer but unfortunately if it was out there, we hadn't found it yet. Over the years cancer had simply evolved, which made it trickier to treat. At this point the only thing we could do was change our treatment and the levels of diagnosis.

The lights were off when I reached the room and I pushed open the door lightly, careful not to make any sound. The window curtains were still slightly open and just enough moonlight shone in to help me see as I made my way over to the bedside monitors. I checked the girl's iv drip as well as her heart monitor, glancing over to make sure that I didn't disturb her as she slept. Everything looked good.

I was about to turn and make my way out of the room when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A figure. I gasped and spun around, one hand coming up to my chest.

"Oh my gosh!" I hissed. "You scared me! What are you doing in here?"

There was no answer.

"Hello?" I said, squinting to make sure that I wasn't just seeing things. No, there was definitely a shape in the corner. It was tall and fit. Probably a man. But if it was the girl's father, why wasn't he answering me? And what was he doing here? "Visiting hours are over. Can I help you with something?"

"Yes you can."

Although I was expecting an answer the voice that answered was so deep that I gasped and took a step back as the figure made its way out of the shadows. First one dark boot, then another and finally I could make out the person standing in front of me.

It was a man, just as I had suspected, but somehow I knew that this was not Lucielle's father. This man was tall, almost six feet, with dark black hair that fell messily across his forehead. His skin was a pale ivory, almost translucent in the moonlight and I could see the blue veins and tracing the muscles down his arms. But his eyes were what really got me. Blue. So blue that they were almost inhuman. Stunning.

"Who are you?" I whispered but this time it wasn't because I did not want to wake Lucielle.

The man chuckled, a deep sound that shook through me. Something told me that I would not like his answer.

"You have something I want."

"What?" Now that sounded way too much like a line from a horror movie. Or something a villain would say. I took another step back, holding the clipboard in front of me as if it would serve as any kind of protection. "What do you want?"

"Your mind."

"My what?" Oh God. This guy had clearly just escaped from the psych ward. And now I was cornered in a dark room with him.

"Look around."

"What?" I felt like a broken record, but I honestly didn't know what else to say.

"Look around" the man repeated and something about the emphasis he put on the words made me want to follow his instructions. I glanced around the room, never turning my body in case he tried anything.

And that's when I saw it.

The bed was no longer occupied by a sleeping girl, but a little boy about eight years old. His eyes were closed and his face was covered in bruises, his chest rising and falling as he took in shallow breaths, his face masked with pain.

"Jeremy?" I gasped in horror as I recognized my little brother. "What- how did you?"

My heart raced and I swung my head back around to look at the man. He was smiling, a look of triumph on his face. The heart monitor next to the bed began to beep wildly and I raced over to it, trying to figure out what was wrong. It was as if all of my training had disappeared the second I recognized my brother.

"What have you done?" I shouted at the man. "Change it back! Fix him! What have you done?"

The room echoed with the rumbling sound of laughter, right as the heart monitor line went flat…

I jerked up in bed my mouth open in a silent scream. Sweat ran down my face and shoulders as I looked around wildly, searching for the mysterious man. There was no one there. The soft blue walls of my bedroom stared back at me and I began to calm down as I realized where I was. My hands were balled in fists against my comforter and I slowly released them, flexing out the tenseness.

"It was just a dream," I said softly to myself. "Just a dream."

Then I lay back, closing my eyes and praying that I would have no more dreams about the blue-eyed man.

So I like dreams in case no one has noticed by now haha I think they are so fascinating to decipher and of course they make for an interesting story beginning. Hope you could picture that, it felt like a movie scene in my head so I did my best to portray exactly what I was thinking. If anyone knows me, I love a good villain and it doesn't hurt that Benedict Cumberbatch is freaking beautiful (and his voice :o I'm in love with it. Have you ever heard anything so deep?) Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think