The twelfth dream: Late morning
My vision became black. All that I see is black.
I feel a pain in the back of my head, like someone hit me there, and it caused an echo that yells in my brain. The pain goes slowly down to my chest. From the moment I hear his words loud in my mind.
I am sorry...I am so sorry... Please...forgive me...Sasuke...
"Hey! Wake up! It's okay."
I feel warmth that is coming from someone else. Sasuke embraces me?
"I am sorry...I am so sorry..."
"It's okay; it wasn't your fault..."
"Sasuke..."
"...Why are you talking about Sasuke?"
"Because you..."
I raise my head, and I look at him, the person who hugged me is Mr. Andreas, Sasuke is not here.
"Where..."
"You have slept a lot, and you seemed that you had a nightmare, so I thought I could wake you up, and you hugged me and, why are you crying?"
It was a dream; it was all a dream, but wait I am still in the vet.
"Max? Where is Max?"
I quickly wiped my tears and I regained control of reality.
"Max still sleeps. He must be tired after such a long night."
"He is alive?"
"Of course that he is alive. I told you that this vet is the best."
"Can I see him?"
I heard steps in my back and then a voice speaking.
"I am afraid you can't, he needs to rest, and you will take him back home in three days. Don't be afraid, we will take care of him."
This must be the man that owns this place. Or so he looks like.
„He is the one who cured Max. He is the best in his job. His name is Gantow Yoshi."
"Thank you sir so much, I don't know what I would have done without Max."
"It's okay...This is my..."
He put his big right hand on my head, comforting me in some weird way, why is he looking so sad at me?
"Take care of yourself first."
Why does he say this? Looking in my eyes like he is searching for something but he found nothing. He has big green eyes, full of mercy and sadness.
"Hey! Yoshi, he is a big boy, he knows this stuff."
Mr. Andreas took me by the hand fast but I just can't take my gaze off his eyes, why I feel like I am in danger or something, why did he remained with his hand in the air, unmoving, staring in my eyes, but when we got out of the building, I finally see what surrounds me, I barely could adapt my eyes to the light that comes from the burning sun. It is indeed a late morning...
The end of the twelfth dream.
I know is damn short but sorry, but you finally know what happened. Sorry but I don't have really time or inspiration but I gave you something. I hope I didn't disappoint. Well. Tell me what you think. Thank you.