bad dreams
It was the same dream. May 2014. Except for this time, Gabby didn’t say anything. “Okay, let’s get him out of here and into the Ambo. I’ll radio ahead to Med.”
As Gabby got to get up, the floor gave way underneath her. “Gabby!”
“Shay!” Gabby called hanging on for dear life. “Hang on I’m coming!” Shay responded after moving the victim away.
The ground she was hanging on to started to give way. “I love you...” and those were the last words Shay heard before a loud crunch and thud were heard. “Gabby!” Shay cried in tears.
But Gabby was gone. Laying lifeless on the ground below. “Shay! Dawson! You there?” A voice called
“Shay!.”
“Shay!” Gasping, Shay woke up frantically. “No, no, no let go of me! I have to get to her!” Tears were dripping onto her t-shirt and down her cheeks.
“Shay...it’s me, baby. Look at me.” Gabby took Shay's face in her hands and turned her head.
“I’m okay. You’re okay. You lived baby. You had a nasty head injury for a while but you’re okay now. Look at me baby, in and out. Focus on my breathing.”
“I. I can't!”
“You can.” Gabby tugged Shay closer onto her lap and pressed their foreheads together. Things were quiet for a couple of minutes, the only sound being the occasional sniffle.
“Better?”
Shay nodded wordlessly. “I dreamed that you died. And that I couldn’t save you.”
“Who are you with right now?”
“You....”
“Yes me, but who am I?”
“Gabby Dawson, my girlfriend.”
“And what did you say after you got out of the hospital?”
“That I loved you. And I didn’t want to live another day without kissing you.”
“That’s right. Come here.” She pulled Shay down with her and cuddled the blonde. “Now close your eyes and relax.”
Shay did what she was told and soon after, Gabby's soft voice was heard. “Bad dreams, bad dreams go away, good dreams good dreams here to stay. Bad dreams bad dreams go away, good dreams good dreams here to stay.”
And just like that Shay was asleep.