'Don't worry, I'll come back soon to see you.' He had said.
I did not let him go before giving him the tightest high my weak body could offer. I did not miss being alone at all and I did not want him to leave.
I spent a few days alone again, but they were not good at all. I kept having nightmares about mum dying and Alicia losing her baby.
When it got too much for me to handle, I spoke to the doctor that had been rude to me.
'I keep having these nightmares. Do you think you can do something about it?' I asked.
'I'm no therapist but I know our dreams are only a reflection of our thoughts. More often than not, they reflect thoughts we suppress while we are awake. So maybe you can curb those nightmares by thinking about your fears, the ones you'd rather forget.' He smiled.
Even though he had spoken from personal understanding, it still made a lot of sense to me.