Dreams... part 4

When I arrived in gym class, I barely began running when Lauren turned up, she was in her gym clothes too, and began running with me.
“I figured we could both start training for soccer,” she said before joining me and running in silence. I didn’t know what to say for her, and the excuse of being out of breath was already there. The gym coach entered, and they walked over to the other students and sat in their assigned arrangements.
I was rather relived that she didn’t treat me as an oddity after the incident with her sister. During gym we once again lifted weights. Lauren joined me, “so are you ok to come over to my place tonight?” I lightly held the bar as she pressed it, her breath blowing out with every lift.
“I was planning on it. That’s 6...” There had been a hint of doubt in her voice.
With a sigh she continued, “ I invited Jane over as well, I figured the more people, the less work.”
“Sounds great, er... 15" she got up and we traded places, I added a five pound weight on either side of my bar.

English class was a simple review of the Shakespeare we were to have read, Romeo and Juliet, a typical tragedy. I simply supplied my veiws when asked and got through the class easily. Then it was lunch.
Lauren had found me after class and took me to sit with her at her table. I had thought after our classes together that the evenat the previous day were not to extraordinary to them, a toddler climbed, and their were probably several times throughout the day in which someone snagged her from immediate danger. But for me it was a kind of breakthrough, there was some hope to my dreams, not just a tragic ending. But I was wrong, at lunch she told her friends of my odd behavior, and asked how I knew to follow her.
“I just thought she was cute, and I love children...” I trailed off, it was I lie. I had only babysat a couple times, and I was not very good at it. I lost patience quickly.
I quickly ate lunch and left, but to my disappointment, Lauren followed as well. “I am sorry I brought that up, but it was just too odd. It was like you knew what would be happening, I just don’t understand how...”
I debated how to answer that, not sure if she would believe me, after all I hardly knew her yet. I decided to stick with the earlier excuse... at least until I knew whther or not I could trust her, and if she would even believe me. “I just thought she cute, and I have always been good with kids, I didn’t mean to stress you or your mother, or make a mess. “

I didn’t want to continue defending my strange behavior, so I changed the subject. “I forgot about an appointment I have today after school, so I can’t make it to get that paper going.” I could see the disappointment in her face, “ I will send my notes with you though. I will make it next time, promise.”

“But we planned this yesterday, what is going on now?” she pestered.

I thought quick, my conversation with my mom gave me an excuse. “ My mom set up an appointment to interview at the hospital, as a candy stripper. I want to look into the medical field.”

With that we split ways and went to our next class. Before school got out I poked my notes into her locker so I didn’t have to face her again.

On my way home a I called the local hospital and got information on candy stripping. They said I could come in anytime to apply. I borrowed the catr when I got home and went straight away. I knew there was nothing I could do for the lady in the white room, but I had to know that she existed… before she became a page in the obituaries.

I pulled in to Valley Hospital and went to the information desk. I never did like hospitals, they called the department they told them why I was here. I hurried up, trying to get a view of each room. The rooms all looked like the one in my dream… White. Sterile White.

I slowed my pace, a little setr off by the familiarity of the the rroms. When I heard a loud beeping. Startled I looked up just in ytime to see a rush of Doctors and nurses push past me. I still am not sure why, but I followed them instead of going to the room I was direscted to.

There they were, all of them. Just like in my dream. The nurses and doctors were performing CPR, the young woman trying to comfort the younger gentlemen. And the older man, pushed away by a nurse from the hand of his dying loved one. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t look away. I felt helpless. I knew this was going to happen, but there was nothing I could have done to prevent it. So why was I seeing these things.

UI didn’t go to the rrom for an interview. Instead I went home, numb. Not wanting to dream again. The fear of seeing it come true. It was a great feeling, saving Laurens sister from a disater… but watching by helpless, but knowing what was to come was such an awful feeling. I decided I was better not knowing, and went to bed, hoping it would be a dreamless night.