9. Move

I pushed him gently, laughing as he stumbled, a bewildered expression obvious on his face.

"What did you do that for?" He asked pleasantly causing me to erupt into a larger roar of laughter. "Beth, you naughty, naughty girl. What have I done to deserve your - er - wrath?"

An eyebrow of mine raised up, perfectly arched at his attempt at humour. It was better when he was just himself; the clueless fool with whom I was insanely in love with.

Looking at me sheepishly, he muttered. "That wasn't funny, was it?"

I shook my head in response. "Apologies, Tom."

He shrugged, eliciting another snort from my unwilling body. "Worth a try."

"What are you going to do this weekend?"

"Sleep," he nodded thoughtfully. "Want to come over?"

I smirked. "Alright. Okay. I'll come over."

"You don't have to if you don't want." He leant over to tap my lips before bumping me with his hips.

"And what in the world is wrong with you?" I grumbled, mumbling to myself.

He snickered, his face lighting up vibrantly and making my day that much better and suddenly everything was spinning and his wide eyed face stared up at me as I groaned. The room spun, making stars appear in front of my face; my entire life flashing in front of my eyes. Nausea engulfed me, leaving me uselessly convulsing on the floor in an attempt to stop the heaving.

There was blackness in the corner of my vision threatening to invade my sight and I fought it, looking at his soothing face, not hearing a single word he said but glad that he was there nonetheless. I had no family in this world; he was the only one that truly cared for me. The fact that he upheld that made me feel so special inside. My eyes started to flutter, shutting slowly as I got shaken hard. Weakly, I raised a hand in an attempt to push them away but my exhaustion took over, driving me to ignore the character and fall into the deep slump.

I woke, in a cliché moment, to a white room beeping with energy. The machinery was beeping as well, throbbing along with the timing of the beeps. Honestly, the entire room was pulsating. This wasn't just a mirage of the eye, it was true and honest facts.

"Where am I?" I mumbled incoherently and immediately, Tom rushed to my side.

"You're fine. Just stay calm alright?" He mumbled under his breath leaving me to look at him in wonder and confusion.

"Why would I need to stay calm?"

He rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. "I can't really tell you. Just stay calm. We're healing you at the moment."

I protested in turn, observing my body and telling him that my body was perfectly healthy. There was nothing wrong with me at that point and although I clearly remembered the accident, my body didn't seem to reflect that infliction.

"We're not in the physical world right now," he snapped at me, his brow furrowing in frustration. "We have to heal your soul before we can do anything to you."

"What?" I stared back at him. "Is that why the room is moving?"

He nodded glumly. "I can't keep this up for long. I'm not a strong dreamer." He walked around the bed that I lay in, sighing anxiously at the thought of perhaps extricating himself from our mind space. 

"Is this a power of yours?" I asked, completely befuddled at this point. Had he been hiding this from me the entire time? I thought that he would never require to keep a secret from me. Just the thought of that had my stomach twisting, such a conflicting emotion that had me shuddering in fright.

"Negative," he replied. "I - er - well, I was only told to do this as soon as we got you to the emergency room."

"So your first time…" I comprehended. "And everyone can do this?"

He shrugged. "All I know is that my life energy is going into this."

"You're losing years?" I stared at him in horror.

"I didn't realise that," his face grew slack in realisation.

"What?" I repeated. "What?!"

I'd started it but I was too exhausted to finish it. Finally finished it now, currently 4 pm the next day. Apologies, but I was told that my sleep was more important, ehehe. (Yes, that's a clear referral to you, left-foot-fowl.)
So. And I have it done. So don't you be snide with me, missy.