When I Sleep
White walls, bright lights.
"Brain activity is normal. Let's begin."
The metal gleams. Closer, closer.
White coat with blue hands.
A sharp prick. She doesn't flinch, not anymore. Too tired.
"Subject is unresponsive - do it again."
So many voices, machines and men. Sometimes she can't tell the difference. They are all drops in the flood of sound.
They are cutting again, and again, and again.
Maybe before she would have fought. Or did she already? She's not sure.
"Patient is not quite lucid." "Good. They'll be easier to implant that way."
Dreams are like life, sometimes maybe.
Maybe this is a dream.
She'll wake up and she'll be home, and Simon will be there to tell her everything's fine.
But if it isn't -
In the silence of the room, River dreams.
She dreams of waking.
A/N: This is my first piece of fanfiction, ever. Constructive criticism is not only welcome but encouraged!