I open my eyes, a bright white light flashing right in front of my eyes, making me wince and shut my eyes again. I attempt once again to open them, more cautious and manage to gain a better vision of my surroundings as the white light fades away.

I hold my breath, the familiar surroundings triggering pure shock, as the white endless corridors of the underground warehouse appear in front of me. A noise behind me resonates, grabbing my attention instantly which makes my head spin around to look at the cause of it.

William is standing there, walking past me and urging me to move forward, as if we were chased by someone. I just stand in place, completely frozen, looking at his features, his figure, his face... it's like we are taken back to the night everything turned into pure chaos and the time where Will lost his life...

But this... everything seems so real... him, me running through the corridors, searching for an escape...

"Mags come on !" Will hurries and grabs my hand in his, the contact of his hand in mine feels so real... but I don't understand... he was dead...

"Mags ! What are y-" he stops mid sentence, his body turning rigid suddenly and I fear that I might witness the terrible night once again...

I can't do this again. I can't see him dying all over again. I shut my eyes closed and open them in hope to see this all disappear, but it doesn't. Instead I see Will's eyes widen in shock as he looks down at my stomach, his breathing accelerating by the second, as he approches me so carefully that I frown my brows.

"You... Mags-" he stutters, unable to form proper words, as he extends his hand towards me in a hesitant manner, but the fear in his eyes makes me question everything. I look down to where he points his hand to and suddenly it's like I am stabbed in the chest, an excruciating pain shooting right in my lungs, cutting my breathing short.

I am paralysed when I see what Will is pointing out, fear and pain taking the best of me. Blood is escaping a hole in my chest, as if a bullet went right through it and just now when I see the wound, the pain of the wound appears out of no where.

My legs give up under me and I fall to the ground, gasping for air and clinging to my chest with my shaky hands, as I let out a cry of pain. The air won't attain my lungs, just like when I was in the vault after I let the virus out of its box.

"No, no, no, no, it can't be true..." Will's voice resonates in my ears, as I keep my eyes steady on him, my body slowly falling backwards against the cold floor of the corridor. What is happening ? Am I dying ?

I shift my gaze to look at my hand that is now covered in my own warm blood that keeps pouring out of the bullet hole in my chest, turning my shirt red.

"Wha-what is happening w-with me Will..." I question Will in front of me that seems to not realise the messed up situation we are in right now. He was shot. Not me.

But what if... what if I was supposed to die instead of him...

It's like suddenly blood fills up my lungs, stopping oxygen from getting to them, as if I was under water. I cough up blood, turning my head to the side so I won't choke even more on it, and I feel a hand grabbing tightly onto mine, but I can't have a look at it as my eyes are filled with tears, which blurs my vision. The figure of Will over me seems to slowly fade away and I want to beg him to stay, but it's like a white light completely engulfs him to take him away from me.

Scared to death and in pain, I hold onto the hand I still feel even tighter, as black dots appear in my vision probably from the lack of oxygen. I feel like my body is slowly dissociating from my mind, a feeling of numbness taking over every part of my body to the point where I don't even feel the floor under me anymore.

Voices echo around me in the distance, so many and different ones that I can barely distinguish one single word out of them. Except when suddenly a very clear voice speaks which nearly makes every other voice die down in the background, so I close my eyes to focus on the familiar voice.

It's Jace.

"NO NO NO NO ! MAGNOLIA ! I AM BEGGING YOU, STAY WITH ME PLEASE !"

I can hear his words clearly as if he is begging for me to stay right next to him, but I know he isn't it just can't be. It's like he is trying to drag me out of here... away from my death...

Maybe I am dying...

but I don't want to" I think clearly in my head.

I concentrate, imaging Jace next me as he holds my hand in a protective way like he always does, trying to forget about the oppressing feeling in my chest that hasn't stopped growing. Relaxing my mind thinking about Jace being by my side, next to me, brings a comforting feeling that seems to slowly wash the pain in my chest away.

I am not dying. It's not real.

I convince myself over and over again, until the pain slowly disappears and I am left in the darkness.

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I wake up gasping for air, my hands clutching at my painful chest as if it was the only lifeline available on earth. My eyes shoot open, unbothered by the light in the room, because it is nothing compared to the light I came across in what I think is dream even it felt so real.

I can hear myself struggling to get the air in my lungs, which only makes me panic, as I think back to the place I felt trapped in seconds ago. A tear rolls down my cheek and I start scratching my neck in a desperate attempt to get oxygen to my lungs, but a sudden pair of hands cover my trembling ones to stop me from continuing.

I can hear the heart monitor next to me increase in speed, as well as smoothing words that seem to be said by the person next to me that I still haven't had time to consider. I feel the hand on mine and look down to them as their rub small smoothing circles on my palms and I can only imagine one person doing this. Jace.

But somehow I am afraid that if I look up he won't be there, that I am still in a dream, that maybe I am dead. And it's like Jace knows what I am thinking, taking one of his hands to gently cup my face and turn my head upwards to look at him. His beautiful eyes staring back at me, hope and joy radiating from them, something I want to question because I feel like I am currently dying.

"You are okay love, you are alive." Jace whispers to me as he continues to keep his gaze on me and I find myself slowly breathing again, the sudden panic vanished. "Just breath, I got you."

Slowly I relax, letting my body fall against the cushions of the bed, Jace keeping his hand on mine at all times which is exactly what I need to not drive myself crazy right now.

"I am alive right ?" I mumble tiredly, not even believing myself the words that just came out of my mouth. I hear chuckle beside me and I just manage to turn my head to the side to give him a stern look.

"Yes darling. Very much alive." He smiles and takes one of his hands to slowly caress the hair out of my face. "Although your heart stopped, Leo and doctor Bonham managed to bring you back. Since then you have been out for almost two days. You have no idea how much you scared the shit out of us, I really though that was it for you."

"Can't get rid of me that easily I guess." I attempt to laugh, but it's quickly followed by a fit of coughs, therefore Jace hands me a glass of fresh water that smoothens my throat immediately. "Not even the virus can do so to my astonishment."

Jace's smile grows even wider, my bit of sarcasm making it's effect like I wanted. He looks terrible like he hasn't eaten or slept much in days and I realise how much he must have been worried for me once again.

When will it end ?

Just then the door flies open, Leo enters the room and a look of relief washes over his face to replace the cold stone look he had when he first entered.

Warmth radiates from him, when he asks me questions to which I quickly get tired of and he notices immediately, before leaving me alone with Jace again.

Then one brother after the other enters the room, Blake being the first one of course and he chases Jace out of the room. I didn't expect less from him.

He talks about how scared he was when he heard about my stroke and for the first time he doesn't hold on to his cold facade that he has plastered on him throughout the days. He is just... my Bee.

"I want to go home Bee." I say in between the discussion, which immediately shifts his whole attention to me, his features on his face softening.

"I know Lila... but you need to recover first and take it easy, you just woke up from a stroke." He states and I can't help myself to let out a deep sigh of frustration to which he chuckles.

"I just want to leave this place behind. And I am already feeling better Bee ! Maybe it has to go downhill, before it all gets way better." I continue to try and convince him, but his protectiveness over me won't let him change his mind, as he is too cautious of my health and won't take any risks. It's funny how much he is willing to risk in his life, but he for sure won't risk to even get a scratch on me ever again. That's why I love him so much.

"I'll let the others take my place now, but I'll tell them to be quick. Your eyes are already dropping from tiredness." Blake points out and I can't help but give him a grateful smile, as he gives me a last kiss on the forehead before leaving my room to let the others have a turn.

Blake was right. Not even five minutes later I find myself half asleep as Ethan is the last one to leave my room, and just like his twin he gave me a kiss on the forehead before exiting my room.

What did you think of Magnolia's dream ? Was it understandable for the least ?

I tried.

Please vote and comment, they have been going downhill for quite some time now and I wish I knew why.

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