||Hello Neighbour: A Better Timeline||

||Chapter 61: Uneasy Feeling||

Jay picked up the phone,"Hello, Saul? What's wrong??", shuffling came from the other end,"Uhm, Yeah; Nicky caught the bug, he's currently throwing up in the bathroom: What do you want me to do?", Jay was silent, took a deep breath,"Get Nicky into PJs, make sure he's in the bathroom or has something to throw up in, give him soup, water and medicine: If you don't trust yourself around the stove, then Luanne should be home soon.", Saul says okay, and hung up.
"Nicky got the bug?"
"Yeah, it's bo surprise though, with his inability to sleep his immune system is pretty weak."
Miguel nods, Ike glanced up for a moment remembering how easily Quentin caught the cold.
"Hope he gets better."

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Luanne sat with Nicky in his room, he was really warm, changed into PJs and was in bed trying to sleep.
"I hate being sick. . ."
"I know, everyone does, it's not nice. . . And, I'll call The Headmaster, let him know you won't be in for next week."
Luanne runs her hand through his hair,"Try and sleep, I'll bring you up some soup and if you need me, I'll be in my office.", so he was left alone with his cat.
'Meow'
"Usually I like being sick. . . But, now I wish I could play with my friends or go to school. . ."
Nicky groaned.

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"So Nicky's sick?"
"Caught a bug."
Delory nods,"Makes sense, he didn't look well during Science, Mr Murtaugh asked if he was okay if he needed air or water.", Delory stopped outside his house,"My stop; See you guys when I see you.", Mya and Aaron bud him goodbye as he entered the gates.
Skipper was growling, Delory groaned,"Dad. . . Skipper is mad.", his dad looked up from the bush, Skipper growling at something so his dad got up to probably put him inside and Delory rushed to get his headphones.

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Nicky stared at the screen, laying there playing Minecraft. . . He didn't have anything to do expect read or play games.
'Bing'
Aaron?
[Message: Can I join your Minecraft world, we can chat?]
Nicky smiled.

"Don't worry too much about school, we'll fill you in if anything interesting happens or give you school work."
"Thanks Aaron. . ."

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Ted picked up the phone, closing the oven,"Ike? Just put dinner on what's-", "I'm gonna sell this fucking cat.", Theodore paused for a moment,"You mean your Sister's cat. . . Imbir?", Ike nods, shuffling papers out of the way,"Yeah,it's freaking me out Ted! I'm looking after them till Beatrix gets home to deal with Quentin, but it's just staring at me or something out the window; And it's eyes are a little redshot? Irritation??", now Theodore was familiar with this cat, it had been in Ike's family for years and was pretty old, 30 years so. . . Over 100?
The cat always freaked him out, he had a clear memory of clinging to Ike's dad in fear of the cat's stare, scared it would come over or something which confirmed his phobia of animals, but the cat also creeped out others; Anyone expect for Bea and Quentin.
"Well. . . I'm not an expert, far from one on animals, but maybe take them to the vet and have them stay a few days; See what's wrong with their eyes?"
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"Yeah, should do that. . . I just, head's been swimming a lot."
"I know buddy."

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The vet, very kind lady, shook his hand,"Your Sister's cat is in safe hands, we'll be sure to contact you if anything happens and or if we have an update to their red eyes.", Ike nods,"Thank you again, I'm not an expert on cats and I just wanna be sure their okay.", the vet nods, so Ike didn't have to worry about that until they called him.
Okay. . .

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He scribbled something on the notebook, glancing up at Norman.
"And, work has been well, health and any relation with friends and family?"
Norman nods,"Yeah, I can definitely say so.", he nods, and flipped the page,"You are wanting to up your medication? Any reason for it?", Norman nods,"Yes, uh; Headaches have been getting worse and I need something stronger, I have a note from my doctor.", Norman reached into his pocket, handing the note over.
Everything was in order for the medicine.
He twirled the pen,"And the dreams? Have you continued, new or old?", Norman shifted, biting at his glove a bit,"Uh, yeah no; It's still happening, new and old. .. I dunno what's causing them but, I don't know how to explain it in words.", his therapist nods, writing it down,"No worries at all, take your time; Not all dreams have meaning, and trying to nitpick a meaning in each one may stress you out more, and from what we've discussed these dreams could potentially be relating back fo fears, trauma or phobias; Dreams are said to a window into one's self?", Norman nods, his therapist smiled,"But what's why we're here; Here go help you as much as we can.", Norman nods, thankful.

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"So new medicine?"
Norman hands up his coat and hat,"Yeah; Also suggested meditation and breathing exercises, how'd things go with the cat?", Ike peaked out, making curry,"Oh, they'll be keeping Imbir for a while especially with their eyes going a little red, it might be infection.", Norman nods, taking off his shoes and joining Ike in the kitchen.

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It was hot. . . Too hot.
He couldn't breath.
He was surrounded by flames, ash and smoke, he could barely see or breath, there was shouting and screaming, sirens wailing as he stood in the flames.
But he could see a tall figure through the smoke.

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"Okay. . . Name me 5 things you can see."
"Uhm. . . You, The sofa, Window. . . Plant and, painting."
Ike nods, holding Norman's hands,"Now 4 things you can feel.", Norman gulped, trying to clear his throat and head that was really hurting,"You, my clothes. . . Your watch and my glasses.", "3 things you can hear.", Norman closed his eyes, taking a deep breath,"I hear you. . . I hear me. . . And I hear, cars.", Ike nods,"2 things you can smell.", Norman cleared his throat, almost choking on his words,"Uh-...Curry and, Clean Laundry.", Ike smiled,"And 1 thing you can taste?", Norman opened his eyes,"Curry.", Ike pulled him into a hug, Norman was sweating a lot,"You woke up in a coughing fit.", "Had. . . Dream, Fire. . . I was stuck in fire.", Ike nods, rubbing his back to try and ease him a little bit.

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As Theodore went off to bed, he couldn't help but ponder.
What was this uneasy feeling? He told them about Franklin, there's no more secrets between them; Why does he feel on edge?
Ted shook his head, seeing reason, you just told them about him. . . Last year on Halloween nothing happened or the year before; You're just being paranoid.