Hanna Marin knows what Hanna Marin means (numbtothedanger) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-11-02 12:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hanna marin, spencer hastings |
Who: Hanna Marin and Spencer Hastings
What: Checking up on a friend and panic because the dreams are real
When: 2 November 2015
Where: Hanna’s hospital room
Warnings: Low
Status: Log | Complete
Hanna was in and out of consciousness for since being in the hospital. Which admittedly did come with the territory because she was pretty sure that whatever was in the saline drip was meant to make people sleep so that doctors and nurses could go about things without panicking patients or whatever. It made her dreams even more confusing than usual, and they were already confusing.
Honestly the worst part was the fact that she had to come up with an excuse for how she had managed to go to sleep fine and then woke up injured. So sleepwalking because of stress it had been. It was at least believable?
Either way, she was looking forward to being released later that day and so was currently up as Spencer had said she’d be by to see her.
Spencer came rushing into the room, worried about her friend. Worried about Hanna because, hello, broken leg? But also because it was the same thing she’d Dreamed about. Dreamed with a capital D. These Dreams were weird. Realistic and in-depth… like they were real memories, not just a vague dream-like… thing. Spencer wasn’t sure what to make of it. Either she was really going crazy, or this was really happening. She wasn’t sure which idea was more terrifying.
“Hanna,” she exclaimed as she rushed into the room. “Are you okay? Oh my--” she stopped when she saw the cast. It was just like in the Dreams. “Holy crap.”
It was easier to deny that the Dreams were anything but dreams when they were just...there. Creepy messages showing up and all. Because that could just be stress causing her to see the messages. Being hit by a car while sleeping and having those injuries upon waking? So much more complicated to push aside.
“Hey, I’m--” But then Spencer stopped and was staring at the cast. That… didn’t make Hanna feel any better. Far from it. Her stress seemed to spike ever so slightly, afraid of what was going on. “What? What is it?” Okay so maybe more panicked than she wanted to admit but she wasn’t full on freaking out yet? Mostly because she didn’t know what it was Spencer was reacting to.
So, of course Spencer could have come in, settled down, given her friend a hug and eased into things. But no--the Dreams were too fresh. She remembered things from the last couple of nights that were reflecting in the Real World. Hanna in the cast. The messages from “A.” And now? Both were combining.
“Hanna… that… that’s not…” funny. She shook her head a little, then tore her eyes from the cast to look at her friend. If it was a practical joke, Spencer had been had. Hanna did a good one. But the blonde looked just as freaked out as Spencer felt. “...Hanna… what is that on your cast?”
“Not what?! Spencer you’re freaking me out!” And really, no one needed to be freaked out when they were already in the hospital. So while Spencer was pretty high strung, she wouldn’t just...freak her out like this. So it was something. Pushing herself up, the blond moved the blanket aside and just stared at her cast in shock.
“No. Get it off! Spencer, get it off!!”
It was bad enough waking up as if she’d been hit by a car. Bad enough with the random messages she had gotten but those were easily ignored, or at least Hanna tried to ignore them. But this?! This was ten shades of not okay and she was in full on panic attack mode.
“...I can’t. Hanna, I can’t!” Spencer said, coming forward to take hold of her friend’s arm and try to calm her. “It’s okay. It’s just… a bad joke. It’s someone’s idea of a bad joke,” she was repeating herself now, though she couldn’t figure out how this was someone’s idea of a bad joke. How could someone possibly get into her dreams? And this must mean that Hanna was having the same dreams? Or should she say D reams?
“It was… it’s from A. It’s from A. How is this possible?” She asked, as if Hanna would have the answers. “I don’t--I don’t understand.” This was difficult for Spencer. She was so used to understanding things.
Calming down was not a thing. Instead she just started to panic more. “Who would do that?! WHY?!” Yes, Hanna knew that she would need to calm down because they had her hooked up to monitors and she was pretty sure her heart was going to burst out of her chest at this rate. But she was freaking out! Who the hell would know about A and then do that?!
“I don’t know! The same way I woke up like I was hit by a car when I was fine going to sleep!?” Yes she was snippy but Hanna’s voice was tinged with full on panic and fear. There was no way A was here. Was there?! Oh god. But there really was no explanation for the injuries either. She would have woken up or someone would have found her had the sleepwalking thing been true and not just something her mom would believe.
“Hey!” Spencer lowered herself a little so she could look into Hanna’s eyes. It was a little awkward to stop near the hospital bed, but Spencer made it work. And she was wearing her determined face. “We will get to the bottom of this. All right? This… this sort of thing won’t fly. Not this time. Not in this world. Right?”
Hanna was still hyperventilating but she was also calming down at least. Which was good because panic attacks in the hospital were so not a good way to spend the time. Besides, there was something pressing at the back of her mind now that she wasn’t lost in a haze of fear because A left a message on her cast. At least that was how it seemed and not so much that it was just crossover or a ‘gift’ like the text messages and photos of Emily and Maya.
“So you’ve had them, too.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. Well… she wasn’t panicking anymore?
Well, it was time to bite the bullet. Spencer had been struggling with this for a couple of weeks now; whether to tell or not to tell, and what she should tell, anyway… Now was the time to finally admit it. She hadn’t talked to anyone yet about the strange Dreams she’d been having, but now that they were bleeding through into Real Life, maybe it was time. “I’ve had them, too.”
Hanna nodded as she leaned back against the uncomfortable pillows on the hospital bed. Suddenly she just felt tired. She was still freaking out about the message on her cast, because there was no way to get rid of it. But the fact that Spencer also had the dreams? It added something to them and the blonde didn’t know how she felt about that. Confused?
“I don’t get it.” Understatement but the dreams with an anonymous stalker tended to be confusing and stressful and Hanna was pretty sure there weren’t words to describe it.
As scary as it all was, Spencer was, honestly, a little relieved. If Hanna was having them, too, it meant that Spencer wasn’t as crazy as she’d feared she may be. She’d scoured Valarnet, looking for anyone who had dreams of a mystery person called “A.” She’d googled, twittered, pinterested, even tumblr’d, but nothing had come from her searches. Rosewood didn’t even exist.
But now she knew she wasn’t alone. And if Hanna was dreaming it, then that meant… maybe Professor Fitz was, too. Or Emily. Which was both alarming and a relief at the same time.
“I don’t know what to tell you.” Spencer said quite honestly. “I’m leaning toward… something in the water? Mass hallucination? But… I’ve seen that before. In my dreams.”
Hanna knew that Caleb had the dreams, they’d briefly discussed it. Mostly just that they were in the same dream world though it seemed he was ahead of her by a few months. Or well, had been. Then there was Mr. Fitz who…. was sneaking around with Aria. God it was a mess and she didn’t know if he had the dreams or not. It had gotten a lot more complicated very fast in Hanna’s opinion and she really didn’t like that.
Add in Spencer not having answers? It was strange, though this time it wasn’t like there was much they could use to get an answer. Something in the water or mass hallucination only explained part of it.
“That doesn’t explain waking up as if I’d been hit by a car, Spencer.” Yes, she was a bit annoyed. But in a hospital bed with the same injuries she’d gotten from the dreams. With messages from A showing up. “I think it’s gone beyond mass hallucinations and things in the water.”
“No. No, you’re right. It doesn’t. It also doesn’t explain why we’re having the same dream.” Because Hanna was obviously suffering from the same injuries that she’d sustained in the Dreams that Spencer had had, too. “...I don’t have any answers for you, I’m sorry. I’ll have to do more research.” ...she was itching for something to help her stay awake, something to keep her focused.
Any other time and Hanna would make Spencer repeat that she was right. But this wasn’t the time for that. Right now she just wanted the message gone. Or at least hidden somehow because seriously. Freaking her out. “I don’t think anyone has them and it’s really not okay.”
“No. It’s really not okay.” Spencer agreed with her friend. She felt like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place here. There were no answers for Hanna, as much as Spencer wanted to give them. She just didn’t have anything to say that would help. She finally sank into a chair beside Hanna’s bedside. “I won’t give up. You know that, right?” Spencer wouldn’t give up until she had answers.
“I know…” And she did. When Spencer got her mind set on something, she went after it relentlessly. But she didn’t know what was more hard to figure out. Who A was, or what was causing the dreams and cross over in the first place. Ugh. It was all a mess.