Originally appeared on the x(underscore)100 livejournal drabble community.
12/4
-----Twisted All Around and
Dreaming (Nightmare)
"Mama," he whimpers softly, though the call yields nothing. Only darkness and swirling mist, until—again—he dreams of death.
But sometimes there is sound without seeing, and it is not-quite a dream. He's not sure what it means, except that when it comes…
"…just… for a moment… car crash… three we lost… the other two…"
He whimpers again as he watches the words stir the mist around him lightly, watches two faces wreathed in bandages start to materialize, watches their machines begin to fail, their mental screams echoing even as he sobs.
And the next day, two patients die.