Endless fields of flowers, grass rustling from the slight breeze. Flowers dotted the landscape with pinks and blues and yellows. The occasional rabbit would hop by, if you were still enough. Petals floated in the wind, dancing aimlessly. The field was filled with life to the watchful eye. One could say you'd never bore from it. Forever changing.

Clearly that person hadn't spent months there, trapped in undergrowth and nearly breathing in dirt.

Patton lay restrained in the dirt. Despite how much he struggled he couldn't break free. The vines usually didn't hurt too much. Usually.

He must of struggled too much, he could feel the thorns pressing into his wrists. The pricking sensation traveled down his body, becoming sharper and sharper. They pressed into his skin, drawing small droplets of blood. The undergrowth grew tighter around him.

This wasn't normal.

He could feel the thorns sinking into his skin like knives, the vines constricting around his chest. It progressively got harder breath. He took in a sharp breath in pain, choking on the dirt.

He couldn't breath
It hurt
It hurt

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Patton woke up with a gasp. His body was drenched in sweat and shaking feverishly. It took several minutes to calm down. Sunlight trickled through the blinds, creating golden bars across his bed. He ran a hand through his hair in attempt to tame his surely messy bedhead, coming back with petals and strands of grass. His mind trailed back to his nightmare. The event had been exaggerated by his mind, but he couldn't deny there was times he felt incredibly afraid. He wondered if the others felt the same. Roman played his experience off as just that. An experience, he almost glorified it. It was difficult to tell if that's how he really felt. Logan was too difficult to read, he still hadn't shared what he had experienced. Patton would have to ask Roman if he got anything out of him.

The house was strangely quiet. Roman and Logan had stayed the night, and it was about 8 in the morning. Patton knew from experience Roman was an early riser, he needed all the time he could get to get himself ready for the day. Even if he couldn't really go anywhere anymore. Patton, after snatching up his glasses, emerged from his bedroom, pajamas hanging loosely off him. The kitchen was empty all except for a note on the kitchen counter. Patton rubbed his eyes and read.

Morning Pat!
Me and Lo went out to town this morning for breakfast. We'll bring you something back. Don't worry, we're driving out of town for it.

Sincerely,
Roman

P.S. I'll see if I can get anything out of Logan while we are out.

Patton was a little hurt and a little worried. Out to breakfast without him? Sure, he had caught on quick that Roman and Logan were incredibly close. But he wanted to get to know Logan more, not have him glued to Romans side. He paused his train of thought, that came off selfish. He just wanted to get to know Logan. And he was worried, Logan hasn't been missing for too long, only three months compared to the rest of them. He might still be fresh on people's mind, they could get caught.

Patton sighed. They were smart, Logan especially. Or at least he radiates smartness, Patton laughed to himself. They'll be fine. He was sure of it.