Spike trotted along beside me. I sometimes heard little thoughts but nothing I could respond to. Not that I could respond in the first place. Stupid blood transfusion. I heard howls from the trees and the pack ran out.
I instantly recognised everyone. Zev rubbed against me before pouncing on Spike. I sat down on the grass, watching the boys celebrate Spike’s return. No doubt they were teasing him about something or other, like usual. Something cold and wet touched the back of my neck. I looked around. I was David’s nose. He sat next to me. I leant against him.
“Hello David,” I sighed. He grunted.
Nephi shuffled a bit closer to me nervously, as if I was going to blame him for putting me in hospital. I just smiled at him. He came up to me. He leant forward, in a submissive and apologetic way. I smiled wider.
“It wasn’t your fault,” I said to him, laughing a bit.
He rubbed his side against me and walked away. For the first time, I realised just how strong they were; I had to do by best not to be pushed over as they all rubbed against me. Nephi walked as thought a great burden had been lifted off his shoulders. I caught Spike’s orange eyes and grinned automatically. David barked suddenly, making me jump. All eyes turned to him.
He was obviously talking to them. They all jumped up and ran back into the forest. Spike looked at me expectantly. I shook my head. He walked over to me and whined.
“I’m going to go home,” I said.
I got up and turned to go home. Spike ran around me, trying to stop me. He pushed me with his head towards his house. He jumped in through the open window and sat on the bed. He looked at me as I climbed through the window and shut it behind me. I sat on the bed next to him. He wanted me to stay the night with him
“We’ve got school tomorrow,” I said. He cocked his head inquisitively. “Yes, I’m going. I haven’t been in a week. I know I’ve been in hospital but I still need to go.”
He made a sound like a laugh. I looked at him. “I don’t want to, silly. I must be really far behind on everything. You must be as well.”
He lay down and gave me a look that obviously said he didn’t care.
Lying on Spike’s bed, I slowly woke up. I looked around for him but he was nowhere in sight. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
The door opened, and Spike came in. He smiled when he was I was awake, but it faltered a bit.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“Nothing,” he said dismissively.
Spike sighed. “You were talking in your sleep last night.”
“What was I saying?”
“You weren’t really saying anything...”
“What did I do?” I asked, wishing he would just answer my questions, any of them.
“You just kept saying my name. Like, a lot. And you said something I didn’t hear, then you shuddered and you didn’t even move for the rest of the night. It’s so weird, not being able to see your dreams.”
“You watch my dreams?”
“Only the ones that don’t really make sense. Like the one about the zombie at the window.”
I smiled at the memory but shook my head, returning to the topic at hand.
“What about my murmurings anyway?” I asked him
“I couldn’t see the actual thing, but you somehow managed to send me a little bit, the last bit I think.”
“What was it?” I asked, remembering the dream all too well...
“It was you and me lying in bed together. We were sort of not wearing any clothes. Now, I can only jump to conclusions about it...”
I bit my lip and looked up at him slowly, embarrassed. He didn’t need to tell me what it was he thought had happened. I also didn’t need to tell him he was 100 per cent correct.