Lover's Requiem
Hi guys! It's been a long time since I did a TC story and I thought I should so… here you go!
Derek never spoke of the troubles he had. It annoyed everybody at the hospital – from Angie to Victor that he did this. He had his reasons, the main one being that he didn't want everyone to worry. Only recently it was becoming harder for him to suffer in silence.
Every night without fail, the dream would appear, the almighty monster followed by his legions of lesser human minions would attack his dreams in his sleep. He thought it was just the after effect of going out drinking with Tyler so often – although he could handle a lot more drink than Tyler even he often reached his limit. Or perhaps playing the electric guitar and singing to fill in for a sick member of his cousin's band. He refused to go out with Tyler the last couple of times he'd been asked and had told his cousin he was to busy to play in her band, yet still the dreams continuously came back.
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He groaned at the thought of another sleepless night that had passed. He'd only had an hour or so sleep.
"If this continues I'm not going to be able to operate…" He cried aloud, hearing his voice bounce back at him. "…Angie will kill me…" He sobbed. "…Just like He tried to kill her. It's just a dream of course… I hope…"
Derek looked even worse than usual, his hair was now just a complete knot of chestnut colours and his white top he wore to bed was creased and soaking wet from the perspiration. He stumbled blindly in the dark and groped at the wall until he found the light switch. He then reached for his glasses on the sideboard and pushed them onto his face.
"I have to get dressed and go to work, no matter how sick I am…" he quickly showered and got changed.
His stomach lurched and demanded food from him but he refused it, the thought of what he saw happen to his beloved nurse in the dream would have made him sick no matter what he ate for breakfast. He grabbed his keys of the key hook and ran to the garage.
"Where's my car this time?" He whined. His mother, step-dad, kid sister and both his cousins had access to his garage. He missed his red sports car whenever it was gone and was always angry when someone took his spare car keys from the key hook while looking after the house when he was out at night. He pulled the covers off of his 'emergency' vehicle, a motorbike his step dad and mum had gotten him for Christmas after passing his test. This was the first time he would ride it to work – at least it was a nice day to go on it.
A piece of paper slid from the cover as he threw it down.
Derek,
I borrowed your car to go to work tomorrow 'cause mine isn't working again, I promise I won't ruin the car (or break your windscreens/ rip the seats) this time. I knew you wouldn't mind. Your cousin xxx
p.s. get a decent nights sleep soon – I won't let my sister in it either xx
Derek headed back into the house to retrieve all of his bike gear and threw his spare Caduceus clothes in a rucksack. He fired up the bike when a familiar skater skated past.
"Hey Derek! Going on the bike today?" The young fourteen year old stopped and brushed his long black fringe from his eyes.
"Yeah, my cousin borrowed the car again…" Derek pulled the helmet off and switched the engine back off. "What are you doing here, Ash? You live 20 blocks away from here near my mum don't you?"
"Yeah but I've been staying with dad and his girlfriend during the weekend so I'm heading off to school!" He studied Derek carefully. "You look wasted Derek, you feeling alright?"
"Yeah I'll be fine, say hi to Emma for me!" Derek waved the skater off before riding away.
He knew this was going to be a bad day…
After all dreams today are a shoddy mess…
