"...can't even catch me," you say, adrenaline surging like waves, eyes digging into Brick Sack like daggers. "I'll be gone before you blink, and you know it. You couldn't catch me at the labs with all your soldiers. W-what makes you think you can catch me now?" Brick Sack is a man of elegant and threatening implications and therefore walks forward, eating up the distance in two steps. Instead of inching backwards, you start taking big, deep breaths. Like your preparing for a deep dive. And that's a pretty accurate description of entering the Dream, really. Diving. There's that initial shock, and that still, silent pressure that keeps with you until you surface into the Real to gasp for air. As you sink into the Dream, closing your eyes, you reach out for Nurse Mary, feeling for her thoughts- yes, shock, un-understanding, and fear- and grab it, a vise of thoughts clamping down on the fuzzy purple cloud-feeling in our mind.
There is a brief shock from her, that cloud spiking with electricity, before it fades away as you press into the Dream, light shining past your eyelids and feeling like you were suddenly dunked into a pool, the icy-hot air of the Dream filling your lungs. Open your eyes. The light is too bright, bleaching out all the colors of the earth, painting them with a brush of emerald green and amethyst purple. The forest behind you is a shade of monochrome dark green, without any shading or gradients. "Where am I?"
You wheel yourself over to where Nurse Mary is sprawling, offering up a hand. "Away," you said quietly. "It's not important right now-"
"-No, it is, Charlie!" she shouts as she picks herself up, back to the hospital. It's broken, the stones are rotting, flaking and crumbling away. Bright red veins snaked in and out of holes and windows, pumping with a fetid vitality. You can hear insects buzzing inside the hospital, too loud and distinct to be natural. And it's radiating humid heat, turning a brisk autumn Maine morning to what you imagine sunny Florida would feel like. "You were picked up in the Five, and I know you were at least fifty miles from any town! You had a bullet in your stomach, then when you wake up two goons swans in and one of them chases you! Are you Sarah Connor or something?" Clearly, she's built up a head of steam. You let her vent a bit, schooling a blank face. You're good at that. After a couple years of blank faced grunts of assent, the Creeps switched over to 'oh, I am so disappointed.' After a few seconds, Nurse Mary inhales, turning at the hospital.
"Were these IV tubes always here?" she asks, a thoroughly done with this shit look on her face, raising a thumb back at the thumping veins. You shrug and wonder if there's a heart in the hospital. It naturally follows, you think, that there ought to be a heart if there are veins.
"They look like IV tubes to you?"
"Gee, that's helpful." She heaves a great sigh, running a hand through her hair. "Alright, okay. Keep it together Mary, even though you just expected some Code Gray picking a fight, not stepping in a Stephen King novel."
"Who's Stephen King?" you ask. "Also, we really should go. Last time I brought someone with me, he kinda uh, went a bit crazy."
"What? I won't get any symptoms, right?" she asks anxiously as she grabs the handles on your wheelchair.
"Probably not, as long as we get out fast. C'mon, let's get to where the parking lot is. Somewhere public." Nurse Mary nods uncertainty and begins to push you down the circular path around the sides of the building to go back to the front. And you're moving pretty fast, to be told.
When you get to where the parking lot is- there is a coffin in each lot where a car is, and there's a half of a bright red heart embedded in the hospital roof- you surface from the Dream. This time, it's much less dramatic. You simply take in a breath and the unnatural light of the Dream disappears. "Whew," Nurse Mary lets out a breath. "Let's not do that again, okay?"
You look at her. "I make no promises," you say blandly.
"Don't drag me in whatever peyote dream you cooked up, then," she growls softly. "Is this why they're chasing you? Because you're a wizard, or…?"
"Yeah, that's most of it," you admit, looking around the parking lot. Green car, white car, red car The Creepmobile is still there, parked innocuously under a tree. "Shit, they're still in here? Fuck fuck fuck."
"We do have security, you know," Nurse Mary reassures, moving into the hospital door. "There's five or so on site, and one of them was a boxer."
"Was? That's reassuring," you cut back. "And Brick Sack can probably break him in two. Did you see his arms?"
"True, I suppose. Buut, hey also have tasers, so let's call it fifty fifty. Up you go." She lifts the wheelchair and you over the curb.
"Hm." You stay silent for a while. "I should leave, like, soon. They'll try for round two."
"On that broken leg? You'd last until the end of the block. Then they'll just shove you in a white van."
"The Creeps like black more than white, though," you say, chewing over the options. "Anyway, I can dip into the Dream whenever. And just use crutches."
"You don't have any money, you have a broken leg, which needs rest and recovery," the nurse snaps. "Don't be daft, Charlie. You need at least six to eight weeks of recovery and constant checkup otherwise it'll never heal right."
Think…
[]- Escape and take your chances. You can live in the Dream for most of the time, and live off of what you can steal, and hope that the Dream provides.
[]- Stay and heal. You need to be at 100% before you make your escape. And tip top shape, so you don't trip and get dogpiled by fifty Creeps.