Kafziel’s eyes snapped open.
The room spun for a second, the hospital smell lingering faintly in the air even though they were home now.
“Wake up! Wake up!” Jules’ voice cut sharply through the haze, shaking Kafziel’s shoulder.
Kafziel blinked rapidly. “Huh… what?”
“You had died… if I didn’t wake you up, man, you wouldn’t be here right now,” Jules said, exasperation and concern blending in his tone.
Kafziel froze, heart hammering. Died? What?
“You… you’re twisting and turning like crazy,” Jules continued, gesturing toward the bed. “You were all over the place. I thought you might—”
“Wait… what? Huh?” Kafziel sputtered, still trying to shake off the last remnants of the dream.
“You were having a bad dream, man,” Jules explained, running a hand through his hair. “A really bad one. Al
