Unexpected Guest

Something is wrong.

Oh yeah, I forgot about that. He stood there rubbing his arm. What now?

Nat sighed, and scooted a bit in the bed. "Come on, it's your turn." She said, patting the spot next to her.

"My turn?"

"Every time I have a nightmare or can't sleep you come in, put your arm around me, and we cuddle. It's your turn to be the one getting hugged." She said again patting the spot next to her.

Donnie hesitated for a beat, then crawled next to her. He pulled himself into a ball and rested his head on her shoulder. She rested her arm around him and started rubbing his shoulder. This is nice. When was the last time I let someone comfort me?

"I know that this is a hypocritical question, but do you want to tell me about the dream?" She asked.

There was a second of quite and then he started. "It's one I've been having for a few weeks. It changes every night, but the core theme is the same, I go into the technodrome and instead of controlling it, it controls me. And I feel my brothers..." he felt a tear start to roll down his face, Nat wiped it away. He chirped in his throat to keep himself from sobbing. "They die, either by my hand, or by the kranng. And then I still help them. I know it's stupid, but I can't stop thinking about if they had won, and what that would have meant-"

"Ok, no." She said, shifting to look him in the eyes. "You went through something traumatic, actually many traumatic things, and it's hard not to dwell on the what if's. But you and your brothers are alive, by some miracle, and you have each other to thank. You don't need to worry about loosing them or about them loosing you, from what I've seen your all to stubborn to let that happen. I'm not saying that your pain and fear is illogical, because it's not, but you can rest in the fact that you are all still here."

...god she is pretty. Everything she said and did seamed to help him. She is right, they are all here. I'm here. We will be ok. He snuggled closer to Nat. "Thanks Nat."

"Any time." Her hand rested on his head.

Maybe we could be more.

Nat's POV:

Nat couldn't figure out why she and Mikey hadn't hung out sooner! He was a blast and they liked a lot of the same things, athletics, music, and art. When Mikey heard that he squealed with excitement. "Wait here!" He said dashing of. I mean where am I going to go? She was of IV now, but with doctor Leo's insistence and without crutches to speak of she was still kinda stuck in the medbay. Mikey dashed back in with a ton of art supplies in his arms. "What to draw with me?"

She was dazzled by all of his supplies, she was normally stuck with pencil and paper, but he had all sorts of great things. She gave him a big smile. "Sure."

Mikey turned out to be a creative sketcher, drawing what ever came to his mind. She had always been more of a realistic artist, landscapes, portraits, etc. but she decided to go more abstract for the day. They both had gotten a good amount of drawing in before she started to feel a bit of. What the? She felt her chest tighten. Oh no not this! Not now! Her chest tightened again, she dropped the pad and pencil in her hand, clutching her chest.

Mikey looked at her with concern. "Nat? What's wrong?" He said reaching for her.

"Wait Mikey! Don't touch me!" She yelped, Mikey snatched his hand back. "Look I don't have time to explain, but you can't let anyone touch me till this is done, ok?" Mikey nodded tears in his eyes. "Hey, I'll be ok."

The world faded around her and she was on her feet. Well depends on this. She started to move against her will. Come one wake up! She thought slamming her eyes shut. Remember, don't look. She felt her bow in her hand, she was fighting. Get out! Come on, snap out of it! She felt her foot collide with something, her bow caught on something else as she slashed it. Wake up! She heard voices, wether they were part of the vision or the real world she didn't know. Don't worry about it, just wake up.