The nightmares had continued for her after their Dream journey. But these weren’t the ones she remembered in bits and pieces. These were ones she remembered in vivid detail. The sounds the same, the sights the same. And she would find herself waking up clutching the sheets, her hands sore each morning.

And in the shower, she would fall to her knees, crying softly as the memories flooded her mind.
The memory of how she failed them. How she, a Dream Healer, couldn’t take the pain those people were in. Wounds she couldn’t heal, the pain and agony in their eyes vivid in her mind.

As the hot water cascaded over her head and shoulders, she looked down at her hands. Well, through them and wanted to scream. What good was her ability if she couldn’t help others?
And through that all, there had been the call, or pulling on her to study more and further her skills. But why? What was it all for if she couldn’t help?

Then as she looked at her hands again, finally sitting on the floor, she realized something else. Not only was she a failure as a Healer, but she would become more translucent. More of her would look like her hands, more would vanish.

When that happened, if she let that happen, would he still love her? Deep down, she was convinced her looks were all she had to offer. All anyone had wanted from her.

Closing her eyes, she leans her head back against the walls, letting the water mix with the tears as she just sat.

Was she willing to chance losing the one she loved, the one who made her feel safe for the chance to be able to Heal better? Would she take that chance? Could she take that chance?

And as the water continued to fall, the Nix realized she honestly didn’t know.