[The dreams had been worse that night. The screaming face inside the spiral cloud is still as present as ever, and now Wade swears that he can see it silently mouthing something from its gaping, distorted mouth.
A single word. Uzumaki.
The dreams don't stop at the spiral face anymore. They shift, suddenly-- fade out and fade back in like a timeskip in a movie, so that Wade suddenly finds himself strapped to an operating table. A man with a gray ponytail and glasses steps into view, wearing a surgeon's smock but looking like no doctor Wade can ever remember seeing before. He leans over Wade's prone body, aiming a large and wicked looking surgical instrument toward his chest.
This is going to hurt, Wade. And you're going to scream.
Thank god the phone wakes him up before the instrument is able to pierce his chest, but it takes Wade a while to get his breathing under control enough to answer it.]
Yes-- hello?
[He still sounds rattled; still slightly out of breath.]
no subject
A single word. Uzumaki.
The dreams don't stop at the spiral face anymore. They shift, suddenly-- fade out and fade back in like a timeskip in a movie, so that Wade suddenly finds himself strapped to an operating table. A man with a gray ponytail and glasses steps into view, wearing a surgeon's smock but looking like no doctor Wade can ever remember seeing before. He leans over Wade's prone body, aiming a large and wicked looking surgical instrument toward his chest.
This is going to hurt, Wade. And you're going to scream.
Thank god the phone wakes him up before the instrument is able to pierce his chest, but it takes Wade a while to get his breathing under control enough to answer it.]
Yes-- hello?
[He still sounds rattled; still slightly out of breath.]