Not Pleased

"No, no, please". My eyes opened in a flash, those were my words, I was dreaming, I was dreaming of Patrick. I touch my forehead and it is covered with beads of sweat, my heart is beating rapidly. Even in my dreams he hunts me, I'll have to find out from Gregory what happened to him. As I think of Gregory I stretch my hand to feel the side of the bed next to if he is there. My hands glide over the bed. There is no sign of him, no warmth to indicate he just left. I turned myself around to look at the side he was in last night. The only evidence that he was ever here is a rumpled sheet, the covers which are no longer in place and most of all the memories of him being here. A breath I didn't realise I was holding leaves me.

"Ra tat tat" before I could say enter whoever is at the door enters without much warning.

"Ah, good you're awake, how are you feeling?". My husband questions.

"I'm fine". My voice is raspy. He walks closer to me but doesn't sit on the bed.

"The doctor is here, I ca