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But as a side note I am writing a book in my spare time and will post about it when it finally gets finished.
Chapter 4
We just sat there on the test bed waiting for the doctor to come back with the results, well what little results he had got before, well you know. All I could hope for was that the nightmares weren't cause by some lethal aneurism or something that could possibly kill me in my sleep. Yep, that would defiantly suck. As the door opened after what seemed like an eternity, but was surely only minutes, the doctor came in with hands full with charts- my charts.
"Well, you are defiantly a rare case Miss Luis," he said as he set everything at the end of the bed. "Your charts are quite extraordinary; I have never seen anything like it. Have you ever had concussion before?" A concussion, what does that have to do with anything? Sure, I had an adventurous childhood- falling out of numerous trees and what not.
"Um, yes. Loads of times" I said, "But what does that have to do with my nightmares?" Doctor Cabell sighed, and I don't think that was a good sigh.
"Just as I thought," he said. Then he went on to explain how a certain number of head injuries can cause someone's mind to get all jumbled. I'll spare you the doctor mumbo jumbo, but basically what he was saying was that my memories and my imagination weren't distinguishable to the other sense areas in my brain, blah blah blah. He ended it by saying he would like me to set up a camera at night and make another appointment to get my head examined.
"Look what you have gotten me into!" I told Fang as we walked out of the office with our things and my extra bag of goodies. "Now I have to do all these extra things... I won't remember half of them you know." He just smirked, being his quiet self. After that the drive back to our apartment building was silent, I could tell something was on his mind- but I didn't bother to ask. We passed by the café which was still closed for another hour, parked, rode the lift up to our floor, and just when I was about to go into my apartment- he spoke up.
"Why did you say that you couldn't leave me?" The question took me by surprise; I didn't think that that much of my nightmare leaked into reality. The horrible images flashed in the back of my mind, I shivered.
"I don't know what you are talking about," I said trying to pass by the question. He put he had on my door, stopping me from going inside to avoid the conversation.
"You know what I mean. In your nightmare, you said you couldn't leave me. Why? What was happing to me?" He clearly wasn't going to let this go.
"Just come inside and let me explain." I said in a hushed tone. I really didn't like talking about my nightmares. I didn't know where the ideas came from, I wasn't even a fan of scary movies.
As I locked the door and put my things down, he sat on the couch in my small 'front room' area which was next to my even smaller kitchen. I pulled up a chair so that I faced him from where he was sitting. This was going to take a while.
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