A/N: I've received a few cheerful comments telling me to update, so I did. Hope you enjoy it.

---"FANG! She can't speak!!!" Nudge screamed and he was in the room in a second. Imagine, me sitting up on the couch, looking like hell, tears rolling down my face, and no voice. Just a worried girl, looking right into the eyes of her best friend. He didn't even know about my dream yet. Fang sat on the couch, looking from his feet to me with the same worried look I had on my face. I tried desperately to say his name, but nothing happened except my lips moved and then I started shaking violently, possibly having a seizure. No, I was still living my nightmare.---

Chapter 2

If I had ever thought about death, with a clear mind, no sudden need to think about it, I had never imagined it quite like this. It was dark in this room and as I sat below the stairs, I could hear every little thing in the room. Most of the time, I could, but it was even..clearer. My hand reached up to my head, scratching it just for a quick second when I suddenly felt something hot and sticky on my hands. In horror, I couldn't see my hand any longer, and the hot, sticky liquid ran down my back and I could not control this. I simply had no idea what was going on and it filled me with rage. I felt hands around my ankle, maybe trying to soothe me, but SNAP! And my ankle was broken, for sure. I screamed out in agony and realized I wasn't Max. That none of this was really happening to me. So, who was I? was my last thought as the blistering pain shot back up to my head. It sent me through a wave of pain I hadn't expierced in a long time. I was most likely human. More of my bones were being broken all over my body. The aching, loud, convulsing noises in the background of the events were me. I was dying, surely.

I woke as my own eyes snapped open, sucking in air. My chest was heaving, I couldn't breathe for a second, but soon the air entered my lungs. The first thing I could hear was a monitor beeping, so this must have been a hospital. But then my glance fell from the ceiling and onto the room. The flock were all lying on the ground with blankets and pillows, sleeping. Slouching over a chair sat Jeb and I suddenly felt an urge to knock him out for good. Then again, I was in a hospital, probably all hooked up to no good medication. Then I found my mom, holding my hand, her head lying on my bed as her body lay in a chair. I sat up gently, as seeing bandages on my arms and possibly my head. Outside the window was pouring rain falling from the sky, exactly the kind of place I wanted to be was outside of this prison. The smell, the paranoia, the drugs….It all caught up to me. I stood and walked slowly to the bathroom, feeling lightheaded.

What was with all these dreams? Or nightmares, actually. The sink was loosely bolted, which I figured out as I twisted the cold handle and water spewed out. The icy water I poured on my face melted away all the problems just for the moment.

"Max?" I heard a scared, whispered voice that could only belong to my mother. I shuffled out of the room and into the doorway where I could see her face lighten up as she saw me. "Sweetie, you should be lying down. You've been through so much today," she spoke a bit louder but low enough to not wake the others. I quickly dabbed my face with a towel and slipped into bed again, taking her hand in mine.

"What do you mean?" I asked. She hesitated and then pushed her hair back the way I did sometimes.

"You had two seizures today. No one thought it was possible you would wake. They announced you fell into a coma at three today, even after all the tests and treatments they tried. Oh, Max," she pulled me into her arms, sniffing from the tears. "I thought I was going to lose you."

"W-what about this morning?"

"Oh!" she remembered she left out a piece of the story. "The Gasman called me, screaming and crying at the same time and finally Nudge came to the phone and told me everything. That mouth of hers, it's amazing how much she talks…...I told Nudge to call an ambulance and I would meet them at the hospital."

I thought this through, wondering if this sounded likable. It certainly did. "Is this…" I was about to ask if this was linked to my past brain freak things but remembered she didn't know about that. She didn't notice my latest slur as she caressed my hand, which felt very warm. Soon, the rain lightened up and I started feeling sleepy.

"Mom, I don't want to sleep," I whispered.

"I'm right here, I always will be. Just sleep," she whispered back, kissing the top of my head. "Everything's fine."

And I fell asleep.

With no nightmare, but certainly a dream.

A very good dream.