Naia's POV
Dr. Charles talked a lot. Dr. Reese barely spoke a word at all. I didn't even open my mouth, forget about words coming out.
"Well, Naia, Dr. Reese and I will leave you to rest." Dr. Charles then stood up and Dr. Reese followed him out the door.
If I wasn't tired before, I was now. I closed my eyes and drifted off.
"Naia?"
Somebody was shaking me. I quickly opened my eyes to see Dr. Manning standing next to me.
"Naia, somebody from DCFS is here to talk to you." Dr. Manning said.
Great, more people. I was already getting tired of people wanting to talk to me. Especially this DCFS guy. Couldn't they talk to Ellie and the boys? That would probably work out a lot better.
The DCFS guy ended up being a man around his early thirties walked in and introduced himself as Nick.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes in response.
"I'm very sorry to hear about your case Naia but before we get you out of there, we just need to hear from you exactly what happened this morning," Nick said.
What time was it? Nick seemed to be the guy that would wake up early but go to bed late. He had tousled blond hair and was wearing a black suit and a black tie. Much too formal for an occasion like this.
It looked like he was going to a funeral, especially with that sombre expression he wore as well.
"Naia?"
I looked up, but instead of seeing the DCFS funeral Nick guy, I saw Mr. Samual's face.
I felt the panic start to bubble in my stomach before slowly starting to rise up to my chest. My mouth went dry as I tried to comprehend what was happening.
I started trembling and suddenly I felt it hard to breathe. I gasped for air, choking in the panic. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was slowly was to pick up in speed and it wasn't soon before it became alarmingly fast.
"Doctor!" Nick yelled as he poked his head out of the room and Dr. Manning and April soon rushed in.
April looked at the monitor and then at me. Then she looked at Nick and shooed him out.
"You need to leave sir," She explained and then shut the door once he was out.
At the same time, Dr. Manning was calling out words that I couldn't quite make out in my fog of panic.
"She's having a panic attack." Dr. Manning said and then turned to me.
"Naia, can you take a deep breath for me." Dr. Manning asked.
I tried to follow her orders but I couldn't stop hyperventilating which only added to my hysteria.
"Naia, we need you to calm down. It's okay. I'm going to count and I need you to breathe on every other number, okay?"
Dr. Manning then started counting slow and I tried to follow her directions.
It took a while but gradually, my breathing returned to normal and I felt my body started to relax.
I guess the DCFS guy isn't coming back so I let myself sink into the hospital bed and closed my eyes.
The best way to describe them would be monsters. It was Mr. and Mrs. Samual but they were covered from head to toe in hair and they had snarling teeth and mean red eyes. It wasn't their physical appearance that made them monsters though.
Their insides were twisty and awful. Maybe something had happened to them and they were taking it out on us, but whatever it was, nobody liked it and it was scary.
They lunged at us while we screamed, trying to stay on the floating island in the middle of nowhere.
Shane and Thomas were crying. Bawling.
Their sharp teeth snapped at the air, dangerously close to our bodies.
The boys were hysterical, despite my feeble attempts at comforting them.
Who would blame them though?
No words would provide any comfort to this.
Then, right before my eyes, Mr. Samual lunged forward and grabbed Shane by his arm before yanking him down.
He fell.
Fell.
Fell.
And then he was gone.
"Naia."
I felt someone shaking me and I frantically sat up, panting hard and dripping in my hot sweat.
"Naia, it's just a nightmare."
I opened my eyes to see Maggie smiling comfortingly at me.
I let out a breath and ran my hands through my hair before rubbing my eyes.
"You okay?"
I had almost forgotten that Maggie was still in the hospital room.
I managed to give her a smile and a nod, even though that's not how I felt and Maggie let me be.
It was a strange nightmare because as unrealistic as it was, it still felt incredibly real.
Those were the worst.
Shane used to wake up from them screaming and Ellie and I would try to quickly comfort and shush him before he woke anybody else up, namely the Samuals. Sometimes Shane would feel up to telling us what it was about and other times he wasn't so Ellie would sing to him until he fell back asleep.
Ellie had a really nice voice.
People often would describe a good singing voice as angelic or compare it to a bird, but Ellie's didn't really fit into that box.
She sounded like honey.
That's not exactly it.
Her voice was as sweet as honey.
That's why Ellie always did the singing when anybody had a nightmare because she had a soothing voice. Even though I enjoyed singing, especially when we were all left alone in the house, I knew I didn't sound as good as Ellie and would probably just give them another nightmare.
She didn't just sing to the boys when they had nightmares though, she would sing to me sometimes too, if I accidentally woke her up.
I wished she could do it now.