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Awake.. it was all just a dream-? Flash just sat by the edge of the water and cried quietly to himself for nearly an hour until he eventually managed to get up and drag himself back to his den. He curled up, his fur stained with tears, but he couldn't bring himself to sleep. A deep realization haunted his mind, and it seemed to scream at him, so loud that he could barely think clearly- let alone *sleep*. Truthfully, his dream hadn't been that bad. He'd seen Static act *far* worse than that. He’d realized that much. But the meaning that lurked behind it scared him to his core. Slowly, between confused sobs, Flash realized that he wasn't going to escape. Where he was now? Free? No, Really, it was just another cage. Eventually he'd have to return home once more. He'd have to see Static all over again. Not to mention, he'd have to take on his role as king, and that terrified him almost just as much as Static did. Almost. Hours passed as Flash tossed and turned- The sun slowly crept over the horizon, and took its place in the sky, shining its warm, inviting glow down upon the dark and dreary world. In those hours, Flash struggled. It was the kind of struggle that everyone would just ignore. Nobody there would feel pity for him. They didn't understand, it wasn't just not getting enough sleep, or having a bad dream. No, it all went much deeper then that. But Flash didn't think of the others as he tried to sleep. Once he calmed down, he'd finally be able to drift away, for a blissful half hour or so, before his dreams began to haunt him again and form into nightmares, and he'd be dramatically woken from his sleep, starting the vicious whole cycle over again from the beginning. Flash felt sick when morning finally came, and so when Blizzard came to his den to see what in the world was taking him so long, he had nothing to say. He couldn't think of an excuse, or a reasonable way to explain how he felt. Blizzard's face grimaced at Flash's... unfortunate condition. But not out of concern for him, more out of disgust. "If you lose your dinner, don't do it on me." Blizzard snarled, making a face as Flash coughed and tried to straighten himself. He shook his head, trying to make himself appear at least slightly presentable. "It's fine- I'm not sick or anything..just...t..tired.." He stammered. Flash *acted* sick, and he *looked* awful, so Blizzard just rolled her eyes. "Eugh- ..." She was about to suggest that Flash come outside to work, before groaning upon realizing that there was absolutely no way she was getting him outside while he was like this. "Just.. try to get better soon so I'm not doing everything myself." she muttered, turning and leaving. Flash just nodded. He really *wasn't* sick. Just scared, and tired. So..very tired. Flash tried to fight it, he really did. But he could feel his eyes beginning to drift shut against his will. He tried to force them open again- He couldn't see Static again, not even in his dreams- not now, not like this. But his attempts to stay awake failed, and he finally fell asleep.