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Nick wasn’t asleep when Alex started dreaming. At first she was just tossing and turning, making little whimpering noises. Of course, Justin did that on occasion, and it echoed on the tour bus, so Nick was used to it. Everyone on the bus would be awake listening to Justin’s noises and mumbling until he stopped dreaming or woke up.

Nick was used to it, but when Alex started talking and his name popped up, he listened. When the talking turned to screaming, he leapt from his place on the couch. The soothing things he whispered seemed to calm her down, but the second Nick went to go back to the couch, the screaming started up again.

~*~*~*

Alex’s dream was awful. She’d been walking to the elevator behind Nick on their way to the doctor, and the greasy-haired man from the alley came up behind her, pushing her out of the way. He stalked toward Nick. In his hand was a long, silver dagger, glinting in the hotel’s lighting.

“No! Nick!” She screamed. Alex tried to wake herself up, but she couldn’t. Then, she thought maybe it is real.

“Nick! Look out!” In her dream, the man plunged the knife deep into Nick’s side. Nick fell to the floor, blood staining the cream colored carpet. The man glanced at Alex before running. Alex sat there on the floor where he’d pushed her a moment ago, before scrambling toward Nick.

“Nick! Don’t die on me! You can’t die! Please don’t die!” She screamed, starting to cry.

~*~*~*~*



Nick put a hand over her mouth, but could hear her muffled screams.

“Nick! Don’t die on me! You can’t die! Please don’t die!” Was the muffled screaming that he heard.

“Alex! Wake up Alex! Wake up!” he shook her gently.

~*~*~*



Nick looked up at Alex, knowing he was going to die, if he didn’t get medical attention

“Nick!” Alex sobbed, pressing her hand against the cut in his side.

“Alex. Get Drew,” Nick whispered to her weakly.

“I can’t leave you!”

“You have to. Go now! Before it’s too late.”

“Okay. Press here,” Alex put his hand over hers. “Don’t die on me!” she kissed his forehead before getting up and running down the hall.

“Drew!” she screamed, pounding on his door. “Drew!” she sobbed, pounding on the door.

“Coming!” she heard from the other side of the door.

“Hurry Drew!” Alex sobbed running back to Nick.

“Nick, look at me. Look at me dammit!” she screamed at him.



Drew opened his door and stepped outside, seeing his brother on the floor ran to him. The blood. There was so much of it.

“What happened?”

“The guy from the alley,” Alex paused to take a deep breath, “came here and I couldn’t warn him soon enough. Drew, help him. Please help him. I can’t lose him. I love him,” Alex said. Then she realized what she’d said. “Nick,” she took his face in her hands. “Nick, look at me please.” He opened his eyes slowly.

“Alex-“

“I love you Nick. You can’t die on me! You can’t!” Nick smiled at that and closed his eyes.

“Ditto.”

“Alex,” Drew’s voice made her look away from Nick. “There’s nothing I can do. It’s too late.”

“No!”

~*~*~*~*

“NO!” Alex screamed, bolting up in the bed.

“Alex, it’s okay. You’re fine. It’s okay.”

“Nick?” she asked, throwing her arms around him. “You’re alive,” she whispered.

“Yeah, I’m alive,” He said pulling her closer. He rested his chin on top of her head, as Alex cried into his shoulder.



To Be Continued. . .




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