A/N: Why hello everybody, welcome to the sequel of Reality. Hopefully this one won't change plots midway through XD  Also, some friends (and major shippers of Dethan) have made a Tumblr bog for everyone's favorite Reality ship.
So go on over to Dethan-Colfide on Tumblr and follow the blog! (Can we just talk about the fact there is a fan blog for two of my characters?! HOW COOL) Anyway, ENJOY! 

Ethan's POV:

I'm covered in sweat and panting when I wake up. My chest felt like it was getting crushed and the only explanation I have for that is that I had a nightmare. They were always the same, seeing Robin's dead body and watching D die. I could hardly bare it. I'm making an effort to slow my breathing down, but now there is a knock at my door. 'Wow, great timing..' I get up, but it's difficult due to the shakiness of my body, still in shock from the nightmare. As I approach the door the knocking gets more insistent, to which I let out a groan of frustration. "Yes, yes, I'm coming! Fucking hell, hold your horses!" I yell when I get to the door.

As soon as I open the door, my nurse Nate walks in with concerned look on his face. "Are you alright? I heard screaming and I wanted to check on you." Nate asked, his voice filled with concern. I let out a long breath and sat down on my bed, shaking my head. Nate slowly walks towards me and sits down next to me. "Will they ever go away?" I whisper, my voice broken and filled with sadness, maybe even fear. Nate put a hand on my shoulder and sighs. "Did you take your meds?" He asks softly. I shake my head. "No, I sat on the bed, got dizzy and the next thing I know I've passed out and I'm having a nightmare for the first time in a long time..." I can vaguely remember the last time I had a nightmare, but I don't want to think about it. Nate nods in understanding, but proceeds to push for an explanation. "When was the last time you had a nightmare?" He asks gently, trying to prevent setting me off. "Um, it was the night before D came.." I go to continue the sentence, but instead I break down in tears. Nate pulls me into a hug and allows me to sob into his chest. "You poor kid..."He mumbles, patting my back reassuringly. I decide to man up and stop sobbing like a baby, lifting my head off of Nate's chest I mumble a thanks. He gives me and nod and flashes a friendly smile before it turns sad. "No problem. Look, I have to go. I'll take your prescription to the pharmacy and be back with your meds as soon as I can, okay?" My throat was hurting and my voice was hoarse, so I give Nate a nod of acknowledgement before he stands up and walks out of my room.

I look down on my bed and notice a schedule. 'Huh, did Nate forget this?' I grab the slip of paper and upon close observation I realise that it is actually a schedule for me, not Nate. I look to the clock and check the time. 12:45. I look at the slip of paper to see what I'm supposed to be doing. But I glance at the time just before it a find that there was assigned times for sleeping. And I just so happened to fall asleep AND wake up at the perfect time. I shake my head, I was just tired from recounting everything, that's all. I search for what I am supposed to be doing and see that in five minutes I would be going to room 23 to participate in some recreational activities. I huff. 'This better not include sport...' I get up and off my bed and go to open the door, only to find it was locked. 'Should've known..' While I waited for it to be opened I read fanfic on my laptop. Just as I go to click on another book to read, I hear the door click. I shoot my head up and find it open without anyone being there to open the door. 'Must be automated..' I glance at the clock. 12:49. I quickly shut my laptop and dashed out the room, looking at the room numbers, I realise that the room I'm looking for is on the next hall over. I start running, and as I do I see what I think is a familiar face. I stop and turn to see who it is, but as soon as I do all I see is empty hallway. I'm confused, but shrug it off as me just going crazy again. I start running again and get to room 23 right on time. Only to see that it is indeed a gym. My mouth goes slack and my eyes widen, a shudder of a breath escapes my lips.
"No fucking way..." I muttered. I know where I've seen this before....

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D's POV:

I wake up, hyperventilating and covered in sweat. My hands rub all over my head and I put my hand over my heart with a deep breath when I find that my head is still intact. 'Oh shit...' I start frantically searching my clothes to see if any of them have Ethan's blood, thankful to find they don't. I sigh, that nightmare I'm having is ridiculous. Seeing Ethan get shot right in front of me and then getting my own head blown off. That's ridiculous, I'm the one that got shot...right? I got shot....at least I think I did? But, if I did then how am I alive?

My eyes dart around the room to find something to get my mind off of my mind bending thoughts. Just when my eyes land on my drawer that holds my belongings, I hear my door open. In walks Nate, the man who I am assuming is my nurse, with a concerned look etched onto his face. "Hey, are you okay? I thought I heard yelling coming from here, what's going on?" He asks worriedly while he sits on my bed. I shake my head and put my face in my hands. "I just had a nightmare...... I've never had a nightmare before...." I mumble. Nate sighs and puts a hand on my shoulder. "You've taken those meds, right?" He asks carefully, a question to which I shake my head to. "No, not yet. My head was pounding, I got dizzy, I sat on my bed so I didn't fall, and the next thing I know I passed out..." I recount with sigh. Nate tilts his head as if to show confusion. "So, what was the nightmare?" He asks softly. I open my mouth to speak but can't find to find the strength to say the full events of the dream. "Ethan...." And that's all i can manage to say. I start sobbing and Nate pulls me into a hug. "Oh you poor soul..." He mumbles as he rubs my back in a comforting manner. I continue to cry silently for a while until I decide that I've wet my nurse's shirt a bit too much. I left my head and wipe the snot threatening to drip from my nose. "Thanks mate..." I mumble, to which he responds with a friendly smile and a nod. "Don't sweat it, I have to go now though. Look, I'll take that slip and take it to the pharmacy for you, as soon as it's ready for you I'll bring them as soon as I can, okay?" I don't really have the energy to respond properly so I just give him a polite nod. He gets up and sends a sad smile my way before walking out the door. I put my head down to put my head in my hands and spot a schedule. 'Huh, is this Nate's?' I pick up the schedule and spot my name on the top. 'So this is mine then...' I look at the time. 12: 47. I look at the schedule and see tat I've woken up at essentially the perfect time. A couple minutes late but other than that.... No! There is nothing going wrong, I was just exhausted. I check the rest of the slots to see what I'm supposed to be doing now and see that in three minutes I'm going to be attending an art class in room 20. 'Huh, a mental hospital with an art class, how fancy.' 

Two minutes later there's a click sound and I see my door slowly open. Cool. Automated doors. I Stand up from my bed and walk outside. As I check the room numbers and see that the room I would have to go to is the next hall up. I turn to start walking there as a guy runs past me. I continue walking with a confused thought. 'He looked familiar....' I shrug it off and walk into my classroom. As I do my jaw drops as I gasp. My eyes widened and I almost lost my footing. "Holy shit..." I mumble. I know where I've seen this room before......

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Robin's POV: 

"And that's the last thing I remember." I finish with a sigh. This was all a lot to take in. One minute I'm dead, the next I'm up staring at Ethan's folder and after that I'm handcuffed to a chair and told to talk about the last year I remember. 'What is going on here...' A woman, who I'm presuming to be a doctor, sits in front of me jotting some notes on a clipboard. Her name tag says "Dr. Claire Stine" so I'm guessing that's her name. She finishes writing and sighs, folding her hands on the desk and looking at me skeptically. "So what you're trying to tell me is that you had your organs removed, your tongue cut out and your eyes removed, yet you are able to sit here without a scratch let alone still be alive? Miss Vancam, that's impossible." She says in an exasperated tone. I shake my head and sigh. "But it happened. I don't know how or why, but it did." I insisted. She sighs and takes a slip from the side of her desk. "I'm going to prescribe you to taking Risperidone every morning. Hopefully that'll help." She writes down a couple of things then slides the slip onto my side of the table. She makes a hand gesture and two seconds later two men come in dressed like nurses. One of them unlocked and too off the handcuffs while the other assisted me with standing up. Claire shoots me a smile. "I hope you get better soon, Miss Vancam." She wishes, before I am directed out the room. 

I am walked down the hall and taken to a room. I see that the door is red and there is a little sliver plate, but I can't see what's on it. One of the nurses turns to me and gasps. "Oh, I'm sorry, you need your glasses don't you? It's alright, I have them." He takes my glasses out his pocket and wipes them a little, he gives them to me and I put them on. "There you go, my name's Nate by the way." He introduces in a friendly fashion. I smile a little and nod. I look at the silver plate and read. Room 15, Block C. Ugh. I am just about done with the letter C. The other nurse opens the door and I step in to see the room I was in earlier. I turn around and Nate gives me a friendly wave before shutting the door. I walk around the small space then look at the drawer. I look in it to find my clothes, my Macbook and my collection of books. 'I think that I might actually like this room...' I sit on the bed but suddenly feel faint. A couple of seconds later and I pass out on the bed.

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Claire's POV:

I sit at my desk with a massive groan. I am genuinely sick of giving those kids interviews, and i could not be happier that the one I just did was the last one. I call in my co-head and wait. A few minutes later and Lillian waltzes into the room. "Lillian! Good news, everyone is accounted for and has their prescriptions. We can finally begin the next phase in full force." I report proudly, this is a very big achievement for the experiment. Lillian smiles, actually smiles, and walks closer. "That is very good Claire, I'm sure the bosses will be happy with that." I get up and nod. "We are doing very well." She also nods but then frowns. "But you could do better with that staffing problem. Nate is way too nice to the subjects, he needs to be dealt-" I turn and scowl at her. "I will handle my brother in my own time, thank you Lillian. Anything else you have issues with?" I growl, she has no right telling me how to treat my own brother. Her face flashes anger for a second, but changes to stoic very quickly. She purses her lips into a thin line and nods stiffly. "Understood." She mumbles and goes to walk away. As she goes to walk out the door I stop her. "Hey Lillian, how's your daughter?" I ask quickly. She turns her head, her lips still pressed in a hard line. "Lena is troublesome, but she'll get our cause soon enough." With that she walks out. 'Huh, interesting....' I shrug it off and sit down at my desk and call one of my superiors. It goes to message bank as I knew it would and I leave a message. "Stage White has been completed. Stage Grey is ready." I hang up and leave my office. I need to have a little chat with Nathaniel. 

A/N Welcome to Reality: Block C companions!