Kyle was in a black void, the only emotion going through his head at that moment was terror and the only action that he could manage to make was to run. But the strange thing was he had no idea why. No idea why he was so frightened or why he was running but not seeming to get anywhere but deeper and deeper into his dark prison.
Then gradually the sound of footsteps reached his ears, they were quiet at first but with each passing minute grew louder. Kyle was panting now, trying his hardest to get away from the person that he knew was behind him and he closed his eyes to block out the image that was immediately forced into his mind.
When he reopened them there was another image waiting for him far off in the distance. It was a very concerned looking Lily; she was trying to tell Kyle something but the only thing that he could hear was the beating of his own heart and the threatening footsteps following him. And the image only seemed to get further and further away the closer that he got to it.
Then suddenly without warning Kyle stumbled and the trip to the ground seemed to take forever. He hit the floor face first with a groan and he heard the footsteps stop, then a little click right above his head. Kyle knew what was there and what was coming, the last thing he wanted to do at that moment was to turn and face but he didn't seem to have a choice in the matter as he suddenly rolled over to come face to face with the barrel of a gun.
And a loud bang rang out through his mind along with a cry for Lily.
Kyle sat bolt straight up in Lily's bed still screaming her name to find himself looking straight into her eyes. They stayed that way for awhile gazing into each others eyes, both too shocked to do anything, Kyle still panting heavily and sweating. And he winced when he felt a stab of pain in his side as he realized that his wound still hadn't healed completely yet.
"...Lily..." Kyle said between breaths.
"Kyle are you alright? You were having a fever induced nightmare but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't wake you" Lily asked feeling extremely worried for him.
"Yeah..." Kyle said his breathing starting to become more normal, "just tired" was all his still feverish mind could manage to say.
Lily knew something thing was wrong, and she also knew what that something was. And it made her heart ache knowing that there was nothing that she could do about it.
"Here drink this" she told Kyle handing him a glass of water, that he eagerly drank.
"Thanks" he said tiredly handing her back the glass.
"Now get some sleep it's only two in the morning" Lily said gently pushing him back down placing the covers over him as he started to shiver and Kyle fell asleep almost instantly.
'It's going to be a long night' Lily thought sadly and lightly set a cool, wet washcloth on Kyle's warm forehead.