Logan had fallen asleep in the desolate lobby environment. He shivered. Not because he was cold, but because he was in a place of sorrow and remorse. A nurse cam over to him upon seeing that he was awake. "How is...she?" "She's still out, but doing fine. DO you know anything about her? Her name, age?" She asked. "No. I, ah, I founder in the woods along some deserted highway." "Oh my. Well, I will notify you when, ahem, when there is something that you must know." She walked away. Logan closed his eyes. Suddenly he was in another place and time. There was laughter and fun. A little girl bounced on his knee, and a women and another group laughed and talked. A tap on his shoulder awakened Logan from his dream. "Sir, sir, sir." The nurse was shaking his shoulder. "Um, it's ah Logan." "Logan sir, the girl is awake." He stretched out and yawned. Following the nurse through a building of white, he saw sadness. He walked with his chapped hands in two blood stained pockets. He'd have to get washed and cleaned up, he
thought to himself. The nurse stopped at a door numbered 45D. She cracked it just a bit, and Logan entered, the nurse, followed. The girl lay, pale and stiff with stitches decorating her pale blue face. Logan felt awkward. Not only did she not know him, but he didn't know here. Her eyes fluttered, letting him know she was awake, but sleeping. The nurse woke the girl. "Hun! Hunny. Hi dear. This man over here is who brought you in to us. His name is Logan, what is your name sweety." "Mmmm. Um, I think. Um, I think it's Alex, Alexia." She closed her eyes in thought. "Hi Alexia. I'm Nurse Cynthia Bryton. Call me Cynthia hun, if you want. DO you know anything else about yourself. Like your age, and where you can from?" The girl opened her eyes, squinting in the light. "I'm fourteen and a half Cynthia. My birthday is May 6th." She paused. Her eyes closed again in deep, much needed thought. Logan felt as though he knew here, but he didn't. He massaged his temples with agitated fingers. Combing his fingers through his greasy brown/black hair, he sat on a nearby stool. The girl re-opened her eyes. Now is when Logan saw there color. Deep blue, almost darker than her pupil which was barelt visible. SHe blinked repetitively. "I don't remember." She blinked again, shutting her eyes tight as a tear rolled down her pale cheek. "It's ok sweets. It's ok." Cynthia said. He brushed the tear away, and smoothed back the fire red hair from the girl's sweaty brow. More tears streamed down her face. Her face was swollowed in the tears that flooded from her blue eyes. Logan watched with a feeling as though his heart was being ripped from his chest. "It's OK darlin'." He choked out. "It's ok." "I'm...so...sc-scared." She whispered out. Logan bent his head down, feeling the tears he had not felt in such a long time, fall from his eyes. Cynthia the nurse brushed the tears from Alexia's eyes, and walked out of the room, leaving the two, separated by age, though bonded by a kindredship. Logan leaned back up against the wall and fell asleep.
The dream came again. This time, the girl was blowing out candles, and playing with her friends. Then he felt a lady's presence. He stood next to Logan, and nuzzled his neck. Her stomach round with child. He bent over and kissed the child inside it. Then kissed the lady. Their tounges ripped and darted in one anothers moist caverns. Pulling away, and awaking. Logan stared at the sleeping child with questions racking and hacking through is aching mind. Who was this child lying in this hospital ward? Why was she provoking so many dreams he had never had before?
thought to himself. The nurse stopped at a door numbered 45D. She cracked it just a bit, and Logan entered, the nurse, followed. The girl lay, pale and stiff with stitches decorating her pale blue face. Logan felt awkward. Not only did she not know him, but he didn't know here. Her eyes fluttered, letting him know she was awake, but sleeping. The nurse woke the girl. "Hun! Hunny. Hi dear. This man over here is who brought you in to us. His name is Logan, what is your name sweety." "Mmmm. Um, I think. Um, I think it's Alex, Alexia." She closed her eyes in thought. "Hi Alexia. I'm Nurse Cynthia Bryton. Call me Cynthia hun, if you want. DO you know anything else about yourself. Like your age, and where you can from?" The girl opened her eyes, squinting in the light. "I'm fourteen and a half Cynthia. My birthday is May 6th." She paused. Her eyes closed again in deep, much needed thought. Logan felt as though he knew here, but he didn't. He massaged his temples with agitated fingers. Combing his fingers through his greasy brown/black hair, he sat on a nearby stool. The girl re-opened her eyes. Now is when Logan saw there color. Deep blue, almost darker than her pupil which was barelt visible. SHe blinked repetitively. "I don't remember." She blinked again, shutting her eyes tight as a tear rolled down her pale cheek. "It's ok sweets. It's ok." Cynthia said. He brushed the tear away, and smoothed back the fire red hair from the girl's sweaty brow. More tears streamed down her face. Her face was swollowed in the tears that flooded from her blue eyes. Logan watched with a feeling as though his heart was being ripped from his chest. "It's OK darlin'." He choked out. "It's ok." "I'm...so...sc-scared." She whispered out. Logan bent his head down, feeling the tears he had not felt in such a long time, fall from his eyes. Cynthia the nurse brushed the tears from Alexia's eyes, and walked out of the room, leaving the two, separated by age, though bonded by a kindredship. Logan leaned back up against the wall and fell asleep.
The dream came again. This time, the girl was blowing out candles, and playing with her friends. Then he felt a lady's presence. He stood next to Logan, and nuzzled his neck. Her stomach round with child. He bent over and kissed the child inside it. Then kissed the lady. Their tounges ripped and darted in one anothers moist caverns. Pulling away, and awaking. Logan stared at the sleeping child with questions racking and hacking through is aching mind. Who was this child lying in this hospital ward? Why was she provoking so many dreams he had never had before?
