[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]// lmfao lets just pretend he was in a coma for a week :^)
"You're going to wake up now,"
The voice rang through Ronan's head, causing him to instinctively flinch back both in reality and the dream. It had appeared out of nowhere, breaking through the serenity that he had built up for himself in that night sky. It was rare that he ever managed to achieve this level of peace inside of his own mind... and because of that, he forgot how fast time went by when you were dreaming. That's why he didn't even know that he was in a small state of comatose in the medicine cat den. He was in his world and he couldn't get out.
His eyes rose up to the sky where fireflies serenely floated around, and he watched their lights flicker on and off, pushing his thoughts away. He wanted to stay like this forever. He didn't want to go back to the troubles of real life.
"You have to. You have to wake up,"
This time the voice was more urgent, and it caused a throbbing pain to enter Ronan's head, accompanied with a small dissatisfied grunt. The more he tried to push the feeling away, the more his head hurt. He wanted to stay. He didn't want to go back. He felt like a little child who was being forced to go to the dentist. He wanted to stay here, stare up at the night sky forever, stay in this human form forever. He wanted everything to be good.
"It's not real."
"I can make it real."
"You'll kill yourself."
"Then I'll gladly accept death."
"You won't."
"I will."
Silence, then a bright burst of light.
"You're going to wake up."
And he did, with a start, breathing shallow as his heart rate suddenly returned to normal. His four eyes fluttered open, staring wide eyed at the unfamiliar surroundings around him. Some sick patients were around him, and the Hisiihound stirred slightly, rolling his shoulders. And... he was back. Back to being alive. Back to reality. Back to hell.