I gently lifted him of the floor, careful not to hurt him anymore than he was, and carried him inside. He carried on crying, no matter how hard we tried to calm him down.
"Right, Charlie, go grab the first-aid kit thingy and some bandages. Oh maybe some TCP!" I thought for a second, because with all this going on I didn't get a time to just think about what the hell was actually going on. It felt like a surreal dream that you would have when...
"No! For god sake stop banging on about that TC bloody P. It's useless." Chazzer interrupted my thinking time.
"Nah it's not... Doesn't matter just go grab a first aid kit and some bandages."
So off he went, his footsteps echoing up the silent corridor. But then my vision went blurry, it felt like I was being sucked into a wormhole. Then my vision came back and I was, what the hell, I was back in my room.
"What the hell." I said.
"Morning Logan!" My mum stood there, a smile on her face like usual.
"You must of had a bad nightmare last night because you were talking a lot in your sleep. You were shouting the name Chazzer what's that all about?"
What the actual fuck. That felt to real to be a nightmare. What on earth is happening?!!
"Just a bad dream, mum."