Pt.3 Escape
Emma woke up two days later, feeling very fatigued. Spike was holder her daughter's cold pale hands and was overjoyed when she saw Emma's eyes open. She called everyone over and many different expressions were shown on everyone's faces. She gave everyone a weak smile and whispered that she was tired. Spike quickly shooed everyone out and let Emma have her rest. She quickly fell asleep again and to her surprise, it came easier than the nights before.
"Peter, what do you want?" Her voice was not her's and sounded very distant. "You know, what I want." He started to undress and in a matter of seconds, Emma was tossed on the bed. "Peter, stop!" He seemed to not hear her and the more she yelled, the wider his grin, and the darker his glare. She was terrified and she could taste the salty hot tears streaming down her face. "Emma? Emma…"
Emma woke up with a jerk. "Em, what's wrong?" She turned her head and saw Manny sitting there, a bit worried. "Just, a bad dream, that's all." Manny smiled again and Spike came into the room. "Come on Manny, let's get Emma some food." As Manny left, Emma groaned and relaxed herself onto the bed. The thing that she hated more than bad dreams was hospital food.