Chapter 14

Jack finally got into the bed that he'd been waiting to snuggle up in for hours. It was just as comfy as it looked, and within seconds he fell to sleep. For the first time since 'the cliff' he had pleasant, peaceful dreams, not nightmares. Martha was the same, as soon as she dozed back to sleep, her nightmares vanished.

In the morning, Jack woke up at the crack of dawn, to get on with his job. He got showered, in his on-suite, and then had breakfast. He text Peter, updating him on the progress, and then sat in the room watching them all wake up. Everyone apart from Martha. Callum, Ryan and Christie all looked at her as they sat up yawning. Ryan went to scare her but Christie held him back.

"Shh! She hasn't had a good sleep in ages! It's the first time that she hasn't had a nightmare to wake her up." Christie said. "Let's leave her as long as possible." Callum and Ryan nodded and then silently got up and got dressed into their matching white outfits. As Callum was moving around the room, he hadn't taken his eyes of Martha. Ryan, Christie and Jack noticed this and unlike Ryan and Christie, Jack couldn't do or say anything, he just had to watch on helplessly as Callum stared at Martha. Christie and Ryan decided to interrupt his gaze by standing in front of her, making a subtle hint that they didn't agree with what he was doing. Callum snapped out of it and carried on casually making his bed.

Jack was growing increasingly worried when Martha didn't wake up hours later. Sure, she liked her lay-ins, but by the things the others had been saying, she never usually stayed in bed this late, which made him wonder if it was the drugs. At around 11 o'clock, Christie was forced to wake her up, when Callum and Ryan had exited.

"Martha?" Christie said, gently shaking her shoulders. "Wakey-wakey!" Martha's eyes slowly opened.

"What time is it?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

"11 o'clock!" Christie laughed. "I wish I could get that much sleep!" Martha smiled.

"Wow. I've been asleep ages!" Martha sat up in her bed.

"It seems to me like you didn't have any nightmares"

"Guess not." Martha paused. "Oh wait, I did. I had one earlier, but I woke up and…" Martha gasped. "I'm going crazy." She fell back onto her bed, face down into the pillow. Christie laughed.

"What are you on about now?"

"Well, I know this is going to sound stupid but… Jack was there. I woke up, and Jack was there, holding my hand." Christie sighed.

"Martha, he can't have been, he's…"

"Dead. I know! But, he really was there; you have to believe me Christie. I held his hand… I touched him! You can't dream about that!" Christie thought for a moment.

"Oh, I know what it'll be. Callum had his hand on yours when you fell asleep, so your mind probably interpreted it to be Jack's hand, to fit in with your dream." Martha looked confused.

"Why the hell was Callum holding my hand?" Christie began to give an answer when something else dawned on Martha. "You said he had his hand on mine, but I was holding Jack's in the dream, and he was sat by my side and… he stroked my hair!" Martha exclaimed, running her fingers through her hair. "You have to believe me Christie, he was here!" Martha pleaded. Christie let out a long sigh.

"Dreams can seem so realistic sometimes, I can wake up confused at where the fit bloke who's buying me a beer has gone!" Christie chuckled, but Martha was too busy thinking about what had happened. She was so sure that it wasn't just a dream, she'd really felt it, it was just too realistic to be a dream.

"Maybe…" Martha said, getting up and dressed. 'Maybe it was a dream' Martha thought. After Martha had got dressed, she walked into the white, plain room to join her friends.

"God I'm so tired." Martha yawned.

"How can you be tired? You had loads of sleep! At one point I thought you might be hibernating!" Everyone laughed.

"Yea, well, I'm not usually this tired, sure I love my sleep, but not this much." She said, letting her head sink into the beanbag. "I've got a bit of a headache too."

"Hmm, maybe your down with something." Callum said, worry across his face. "Have you been feeling sick at all?" Martha started to fidget.

"Well, when I was getting dressed I had to have a quick stop off in the loo, I kind of was sick a little bit.." She mumbled. Callum checked her forehead.

"Hmm, seems fine to me." He said.

"I'm gonna be sick!" Martha said, hand over her mouth and running out the room. Ryan pulled a face.

"Uh-oh" He laughed. "What's up with you?" Ryan asked, responding to Callum's shocked expression.

"I think Martha's pregnant." Callum announced. Ryan and Christie adopted the same ghost-like complexion.

"Oh my god." Christie muttered.