POV: Sean

My brain throbbed against my swollen, bleeding head. It felt like I was dying. I moaned, as I raked my fingers through my hair. Dried blood flaked under my fingernails.

I shot up, the blood pouring out of my head, and back into my body. It took a second before the world stopped spinning. Once it did, I looked.

I could see with two eyes.

I reached up to my head, and felt that the bandage was gone, and my eye was fully cleaned. There were stitches under, and above my eye. My eye could open and close, but I couldn't make out anything. I put my hand over my right eye, and looked out through my damaged one.

The world was a congelead mess. Blurry where clear was supposed to be, clear where blurry is supposed to be. I could make out nothing. There were shapes, and some colors, but it was mostly a white blur, like when you stand under a tap, and let it run in your eye.

I have already accepted that I was going to be blind in that eye. I wasn't prepared to have a little left. I wish I was fully blind. It would be easier.

A loud crash from a few rooms over jolted me out of my discovery. I jumped, and looked around.

I was in some sort of medical bay. There were beds, and shelves of medical supplies. It looked like an actual hospital. Oh what you can get when you manipulate.

I unhatched the door, and I kept hearing crashing. It was a disgusting, painful noise. It was like someone was taking the very core of themselves, and throwing it on the floor, to see if it can get to Earth's core, as to never see it again.

"Doctor Mcloughlin. You're up. We need youre help in here," A quiet voice asked for me. I turned around. This child can't be more than seventeen years old. Their glowing hazel eyes fliting, as if bothering me could result in death. I took another look over my shoulder, and decided to follow the kid.

"What do you need my help for?" I asked, putting my hands in my pockets.

"We have a couple kids that are need of medicine. I am usually in charge of it, but I don't have a medical degree. I'm Grene, by the way," She stopped to formally introduce herself. I stopped, and shook her hand.

"You can call me Sean. Are they, like, dying?" I asked, as we both walked a little faster.

"I, don't know. I think they have asthma, but I can't diagnose it, or anything. We don't have any inhalers either. Maybe it's allergies? I have no fucking idea," She raked her fingers through her greasy, thrice unwashed black hair away from her eyes.

"It's okay, I'll help." Even though all of these people know what I have done, they still come to me for help. I want to leave, but I don't want to let anyone else down.

POV: Dream

"I don't understand why you have been staring at this picture for so long. You are a more beautiful piece of art than anything you are staring at." Beurnson's slithering tongue wrapped around my brain. I was trembling. I think I always knew that I wouldn't see Scarlet again, but I hoped for Beurnson's case, that he would never see me. I wisked away the tears. I am going to burn this prison to the ground, but I just have to get the fuel.

"Oh. Well, let's get started on my work," I said. The words flying out of my mouth at a hundred miles per hour. There was nothing to filter anymore. Anything I was going to say, I would mean. 

"You are a strange human. Strange is exactly what we need in Kenelm. Welcome home Dream."

POV: Sean

"Greene, what the fuck is happening here?!" There are children with socks in their mouths, heads slamming against the walls, fingers picking off the skin, and open sores off of their arms, eyes, mouths, and clothes filled with blood, and projectile vomiting.

"I don't know! It got so much worse now that we've been gone." She ran to one of the children that was lying on the ground. 

"Their skin is so soft!" She said, pressing her index finger down into their spongy skin. The yellow imprint left by her hand remained, then turned black and blue. 

I looked around to these kids. It looked like they were all fighting an army. Some were exhausted, while others were throwing up blood, and some just seemed dead. Clumps of fallen out hair spelled out "God, Why?"

A sick feeling in my stomach was immanent. I felt like I was going to pass out. Nausea, fatigue, and guilt wrapped around my ears, and whispered for me to fall asleep. 

"H-holy fuck, Greene! Get out now! Kids, KIDS COME ON NOW!!" I screamed, as I had figured out what was happening. The kids who still had their hearing, looked at me, and started to follow, seeing that now the door was open. This small girl, with blonde braids looked to me, here emerald eyes diminishing from the hell that she was enduring. She got to her feet, and steadied herself. I watched her eyes go from disoriented, to the back of her head. She fell to the ground, face first. I fell to my hands and knees as different kids shoved passed me, trying to get out of there as soon as possible. Some kids just stayed back, knowing that even if they did make it out, their lives would never be the same. I grabbed her, and pushed Greene out of the door, and locked it tight.

"What was that?!" Greene asked, holding a small child's head into her shirt, letting their tears seep in.

"That, was, radiation." It took me a minuet to catch my breath. Her eye brows furrowed.

"What? Radiation? From what?!" She asked, letting the kid go, as they rejoined their terrified friends. I laid the little girl down on the floor, and checked for a pulse.

"I don't know! You know Beurnson better than I do. Is he doing something horrible to them?" I asked, placing a teddy bear in the sleeping girls arms, and gently laying her to where she wouldn't be hurt anymore.

"Well Doctor, you just can't seem to keep your hands to yourself,"