***Nora POV***
I wake up in a cold sweat. I dreamt of the Banshee. I dreamt that she had taken me again and had killed Patrick as he tried to save me. My relief of waking up is short lived though. As I look at Patrick, I can see that he is more sick than I had thought. The bandages on his stomach are oozing blood and green puss. His body is hot and sweaty as it tries to fight off the infection.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!" I shout, hoping there are doctors close by.
I jump from the bed and towards the door. As I reach for the knob, the door bursts open and a team of five doctors come rushing in. They're moving all around Patrick on the bed, fussing with the bandages that cover his body. Time seems to slow down and all I can do is cry. Patrick doesn't move and I fear that I'm about to lose hi
