Cybil had just come home from med school, and had nothing else to do. She had taken up a full-time course, and wouldn't really get into Caduceus unless she developed the HT.
The day had ended. Though Cybil was glad, she needed to pay attention because she needed to pass the tests, which were, metaphorically, really out of reach. She sunk into the cushion on her sofa; she was too tired to go up to her bedroom.
And so the dream…
"Well, Mr. Pratt. We're going to operate. Now, Tyler, the anesthetic, please."
Tyler reached into the cupboard and gave her the bottle. Cybil then filled the syringe with the white liquid. She connected it to the valve of the thing that was inserted into his skin and pushed on the end, forcing the liquid into his body. "Lay back, now." He did, and went to sleep."Ah, Stephen."
"Cybil."
He took the scalpel from the tray, and placed it into the flesh. He heard a small groan. "Victor?"
"Wasn't me."
He continued tearing away at the flesh. He could almost swear someone was groaning in pain. As he went further into the operation, the patient stirred slightly.
"Ahhh! He's waking up!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…!" etc.
Cybil came crashing to earth as she woke up, breaking out in a sweat. Right now, the only person she wanted to phone was Greg.