“Merlin, it’s the same damn dream. How would repeating it over and over possibly help?” Summer rubbed the tearmarks from her face and let her hands fall limply in her lap. “You can’t do anything to change it. The dream, the memories … you can’t fix it.”
Summer rolled over on her side, coughing weakly, and swiped a smear of blood off her cheek. “Just some children … I’m fine, I’m fine.”
I’m mobile, and I don’t know, I just feel weird.