MJ opened her eyes painfully. They felt dry and sore, and her head hurt dully. She pressed a hand to them and they were swollen, and she imagined they were red. Her dream still lingered in her mind, and she was struck rudely with the realization it was all a fabrication. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair.
A small object fell into her lap, and she reeled back slightly, surprised. Picking it up, she held it in the dim light coming through the blinds.
It was a small, red flower.
A/N: After some rather hostile demand, and the start of winter break, I remembered that I was writing this story and hope to finish it tonight. Sorry to all that were waiting--I get very caught up in outside things and my writing time gets cut off. I've got time now, though, and hopefully you won't be disappointed.