Hey, I now have a complete plot all thought out for this, so meh. You'll have to read.
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Charles Ofdensen was not a religious man. He hated religion, in point of fact. But as the night wore on and the next morning came and the band was still not up yet, he found himself reciting old prayers that his mother had drilled into him from birth until he decided to refuse it.
He was in the medi unit of Mordland's property and was staring at the for-the-moment comatose band and one roadie. He would rather take a knife to his own face then let anyone see him stroking the girl's hair or holding Nathan's hand and coaxing them back to wakefullness, but he did anyway.
If they didn't wake up soon, the media would have a field day. So far he had told them the band was taking a few days off. How long, exactly, they were going to be in this dream state he did not actually know.
It was while he was sitting beside the bed of Skwisgaar that he heard it. A small noise, barely perceptable, coming from the bed next to hers.
He looked and saw the girl, Maeve was her name. She was awake. Her eyes were open and she was awake.
Charles immediately helped her sit up and she looked around, saw the others in the beds, then saw him.
"No... I can't be woken up yet, I have to go back and help them. We were in Ireland," she said, suddenly alarmed.
Had being shocked done something to her brain? Nothing she was saying made any sense to him. What if the rest of the band were similarly afflicted?
"You have to shock me again, I need to go back, you don't understand!" she said, slightly louder now.
Charles sighed. Nothing she was saying was making any sense to him so he figured why not. It was Dethklok he was worried about and if she said she could help them, then so be it.
"Don't worry. I'll bring them out of this. I think I'm the only one who can. None of them speak Gaelic," she said.
Charles held a split wire from Skwisgaar's broken guitar to a cut on her arm and plugged it in. Her body jolted and she went back down.
The brainwaves on her monitor returned as they had been. Dreaming.
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She awoke with a start, as if she had beenn having a bad dream. She was covered in a cold sweat and looking out the window, she saw that it was dark but still raining.
Breathing heavily she realized there was an arm around her waist and someone was breathing into the back of her neck.
She stirred slightly and saw Toki, asleep. She decided not to wake him. It was chilly.
She had been dreaming, she knew that. Why had the band manager been in it? Dethklok had been in hospital beds and so had she. She remembered explaining things to him but he hadn't understood.
What if this was a dream and the people in the hospital beds were really them? What if this whole thing was just a dream? If it was, why couldn't they wake up????
She had questions but no answers. Sighing, she repositioned Toki's limp arm and fell back to sleep.
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PLEASE REVIEW!!! Uh oh... what's going on... trippy...