They’ve run tests but can’t figure out what’s causing the deterioration.”
Deterioration? What was he talking about?
“Whatever is in your system is slowly shutting down all your organs. Brand and Will are out now, trying to find a way to cure you before it’s too late.”
I wanted to yell to Malcolm about the yellow jacket sting, but couldn’t find my voice. There had to be a way to communicate with him and let him know what happened. But how?
“Dearest, please find a way to tell us what happened. I know you can do it. You have some of our abilities. Try to use the dream to show me what happened,” he pleaded.
I could see that Malcolm was close to tears. It was then that I truly understood how dire my situation was. I tried to concentrate my thoughts and swim to the surface of my consciousness. But every time I thought I could feel a way to communicate with him, I fell even deeper into the darkness of my subconscious. Eventually, Malcolm faded from my mind, and I was left alone again.
I don’t know how much time passed until I saw Brand appear. Unlike Malcolm, who simply appeared against a black backdrop, Brand recreated the moment he proposed to me on the London Eye. He stood alone in the glass bubble, so handsome in his tuxedo. Everything was perfect, except for the dead look in his eyes. I wanted to run to him and tell him everything would be all right.
“Lilly, come back to me,” his forlorn voice broke my heart. I wanted to run into his arms and erase his pain. Why did I have to be the cause of so much heartache to my friends, my loved ones?
“You have to find a way to tell us what happened,” he pleaded. “I can’t lose you. I need you.”
I wanted to tell Brand how much I loved him, in case it was the last time I ever saw him. Why couldn’t I say something? I tried to think of some way to communicate. I decided to concentrate on the yellow jacket, the cause of the situation I found myself in now. If I couldn’t speak in the dream, maybe I could project a picture of the reason I was in the state I was in. Maybe it would be enough for Brand to figure something out.
I saw Brand hang his head in complete hopelessness. My heart ached to be with him, to feel his body against mine one last time. I concentrated even harder on the image of the bee whose sting had propelled me into a coma. A buzzing noise filled my head. I saw Brand’s head snap up at the sound. My image of an oversized yellow jacket hung in the air in front of him. I couldn’t hold it for very long, but it seemed to be long enough for him to get the message.
“Hang on, Lilly. I love you,” he said, filled with a new hope and sense of purpose.
He quickly vanished from my mind. The effort it had taken to project the image must have been great. I felt so tired and simply wanted to rest. I let the darkness drag me under to help me find some peace.
I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. I’d been locked inside my dark prison for so long that it was a shock to my system when I finally did see light again. I slowly opened my eyes but quickly shut them again.
“Turn that dang light off,” I heard Tara say. “It’s bothering her eyes.”
When I tried to open my eyes again, the first person I saw was Brand. He was looking at me expectantly, with tired grey eyes.
“Hey,” I said, not being able to get much else out of my parched throat.
“Have her drink some more of this,” I heard a strange male voice say. I looked to see who it was, and saw a tall black man in a dark blue suit and tie standing by Brand. He was handing him one of those nondescript beige plastic hospital cups with a straw in it.
“Drink this, my love,” Brand said, placing the straw in my mouth. “It’ll make you feel better.”
The liquid inside the cup was sweet, almost like drinking sugar water. After I’d drained it of its contents, Brand handed the cup back to the stranger.
“What happened?” I asked, finally finding my voice.
“You
Deterioration? What was he talking about?
“Whatever is in your system is slowly shutting down all your organs. Brand and Will are out now, trying to find a way to cure you before it’s too late.”
I wanted to yell to Malcolm about the yellow jacket sting, but couldn’t find my voice. There had to be a way to communicate with him and let him know what happened. But how?
“Dearest, please find a way to tell us what happened. I know you can do it. You have some of our abilities. Try to use the dream to show me what happened,” he pleaded.
I could see that Malcolm was close to tears. It was then that I truly understood how dire my situation was. I tried to concentrate my thoughts and swim to the surface of my consciousness. But every time I thought I could feel a way to communicate with him, I fell even deeper into the darkness of my subconscious. Eventually, Malcolm faded from my mind, and I was left alone again.
I don’t know how much time passed until I saw Brand appear. Unlike Malcolm, who simply appeared against a black backdrop, Brand recreated the moment he proposed to me on the London Eye. He stood alone in the glass bubble, so handsome in his tuxedo. Everything was perfect, except for the dead look in his eyes. I wanted to run to him and tell him everything would be all right.
“Lilly, come back to me,” his forlorn voice broke my heart. I wanted to run into his arms and erase his pain. Why did I have to be the cause of so much heartache to my friends, my loved ones?
“You have to find a way to tell us what happened,” he pleaded. “I can’t lose you. I need you.”
I wanted to tell Brand how much I loved him, in case it was the last time I ever saw him. Why couldn’t I say something? I tried to think of some way to communicate. I decided to concentrate on the yellow jacket, the cause of the situation I found myself in now. If I couldn’t speak in the dream, maybe I could project a picture of the reason I was in the state I was in. Maybe it would be enough for Brand to figure something out.
I saw Brand hang his head in complete hopelessness. My heart ached to be with him, to feel his body against mine one last time. I concentrated even harder on the image of the bee whose sting had propelled me into a coma. A buzzing noise filled my head. I saw Brand’s head snap up at the sound. My image of an oversized yellow jacket hung in the air in front of him. I couldn’t hold it for very long, but it seemed to be long enough for him to get the message.
“Hang on, Lilly. I love you,” he said, filled with a new hope and sense of purpose.
He quickly vanished from my mind. The effort it had taken to project the image must have been great. I felt so tired and simply wanted to rest. I let the darkness drag me under to help me find some peace.
I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. I’d been locked inside my dark prison for so long that it was a shock to my system when I finally did see light again. I slowly opened my eyes but quickly shut them again.
“Turn that dang light off,” I heard Tara say. “It’s bothering her eyes.”
When I tried to open my eyes again, the first person I saw was Brand. He was looking at me expectantly, with tired grey eyes.
“Hey,” I said, not being able to get much else out of my parched throat.
“Have her drink some more of this,” I heard a strange male voice say. I looked to see who it was, and saw a tall black man in a dark blue suit and tie standing by Brand. He was handing him one of those nondescript beige plastic hospital cups with a straw in it.
“Drink this, my love,” Brand said, placing the straw in my mouth. “It’ll make you feel better.”
The liquid inside the cup was sweet, almost like drinking sugar water. After I’d drained it of its contents, Brand handed the cup back to the stranger.
“What happened?” I asked, finally finding my voice.
“You
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