It hurt. His head hurts. His body. Everything hurts. But Brady needs to do this. Grammy was in terrible shape. She was moaning in pain and can't seem to move her legs. He looks at the two bottles carefully, but they both lost their labels. Brady held the two bottles to see the color liquids, and they were both dark red. He smells the drinks; they both smelled the same. He tastes test both liquids. One tasted awful, while the second one tasted slightly worse. There was extra sour in the second one, so it must be the medicine. The child puts the medicine near Grammy's legs, while taking the medicine with him.
Brady then stands up to look for a spoon. He found it near an open bag, but it might've touched the dirt, but he'll wipe it off with his… Dirt covered shirt. Hopefully, this doesn't make Grammy sick.
The child walks back to his injured Grammy and pours the medicine on the spoon. He gives it to Grammy, Grammy winced when she tasted the medicine. The tasted must've be awful, but it'll help Grammy to sleep better.
At least until help arrives.
"Brady…" His Grammy suddenly spoke.
He looks up and meets her sorrowful gaze, "Yes, Grammy?"
"You know I love you," her voice cracked when she said that. Was she going to cry? "I love you so much."
Brady's heart tighten, is it supposed to feel like that? It took a moment for him to respond, "I love you too, Grammy."
The old, broken woman open her arms, gesturing for him to come. "Come, sleep with Grammy," she said gently, "I don't want to be alone."
Brady crawls to her slowly and lies next to her gently as not to accidently hurt her. He feels awkward. When was the last time he slept next to her? "I love you Grammy," he said as he lies his head on her body.
"I know Brady… I know."
Bradford suddenly opens his eyes, panting as he scans his surroundings. He was no longer in that cave with his Grammy, he was in the mental hospital. "Just another nightmare", he said to himself. The vulture sat up and look at the clock that sat on the desk, it was 1 A.M.
Bradford sighs in exhaustion. It wasn't abnormal for that memory to appear in his sleep, and yet… It never hurt any less. And on his first night in this place non the less.
Several minutes passes as the vulture sat on his bed in the dark room. Should he go back to sleep? Bradford doesn't want to experience another nightmare… But he must. He needs to be prepared for what's to come.
Bradford lies back down and readies himself for another nightmare.