Bad Dream

"Eckkh" his neck was pressed tightly, the two big hands were choking him as hard as he could, making him hard to breathe.

Dakota tried to break off the hand but he couldn't, his strength was nothing compared to the big figure who sat on his chest and strangled him with both of his big hands. He was short of breath, no matter how hard he tried to draw his breath was running out, soon he might die, he thought.

But...

He opened his eyes wide and could only see the darkness around him, his breath was heavy, but at least he could breathe again, that was just a dream, it was his bed, his room.

A dream, it was the same repeated dream that keeps stuck in his mind all this time, as if it was real, he could die from it, some kind of trauma, which is too much for him.

As a psychiatrist, he could read the deepest thoughts of every first-class criminal's brain he had worked with but he missed the most important thing, once he even opened some free consultation sections at the social institutions for some people who suffer from deep trauma, then, what about himself? He could also lose himself, he could also go crazy, and he might also become a psychopath like those people.

Dakota woke up from his bed, his whole body was wet with his own sweat, his head was unbelievably heavy, and the pain in his blistered hand was throbbing more and more intensely, it was excruciating for him. He, the one who was always strong in the face of storms could not even cope with the severe allergy attack he had suffered since he was younger, it can even kill him, such a lame.

"Heh" he lowered his legs from the bed and sat for a while still catching his breath, his head was so heavy and the room seems to spin around him.

It was still dark out there, the digital clock on the table beside his bed show two in the morning, there was a snoring sound in the corner of the room, Sam who was sleeping very soundly in a half-sitting standby position with his legs stretched out long.

"Come on Rina, catch that person .." he was delirious.

Dakota stood up and slowly headed towards the restroom, probably going to wash his face a bit before going back to sleep, at least until the bad effects of the dream wore off.

....

Towards morning, the sun illuminates the apartment room at a height of fifteen from the ground.

Sam who was fast asleep on the sofa opened his eyes when his phone vibrating in his pocket woke him up.

"Hoaa" still with half-opened eyes picked up the phone.

"What is it?"

The young detective straightened his seat, he fell asleep in Dakota's apartment room, the young man was no longer in his bed where he left him there last night, there was the sound of the water in the toilet running, maybe he was taking a shower.

Sam pulled the blanket away, his bones ached in several places because of his uncomfortable sleeping position all night.

"Well please send it to the lab, last night Dakota held it, and his hand was blistered, it looks like there are dangerous chemicals, just check the others too"

Sam stood up to the bathroom, and not long after the sound of the water stopped.

Dakota emerged from inside, hair still wet, bathrobe showing a little of his fit upper body, looking at Sam who now looks at him while standing in the middle of the room blocking his way.

Sam raised Dakota's right hand which was wrapped in a bandage last night, it was wet, making him look at Dakota with a sharp look.

"Rin, I'll call again later, updates me about the results, okay?"

Sam pulled Dakota towards the living room,

"Sam let go of my hand"

"Why don't you listen to what the doctor said, don't let your hands get wet, what if you get an infection? You're a doctor, how come you don't even pay attention to stuff like this huh?"

Sam forced Dakota to sit down while he pulled out the medicine box that was under the table.

"I'm a psychologist, has nothing to do with this"

Sam looks furious while holding the young man's hand to keep him from running away.

"Well, it does!"

Both sitting on the sofa.

Carefully Sam discloses the wet bandage on Dakota's hands, the young man looks have no expression at all and even doesn't feel pain or anything, although Sam knows he was holding it.

Sam pressed the hand which still blister on purpose, just so he can hear Dakota moaning.

"Akh! Be gentle Sam, it's hurt!"

Sam smiled, at least the professor was still a human being who can feel the pain.

"I thought you become painless now?"

"Don't make fun of me Sam, it's not funny"

Sam finally laughs, the young professor's eyebrows furrow so high as he is about to eat him with his eyes.

"Hehehe sorry I didn't mean to, with this hand at least you can't go to college, why don't you take a rest at home for a while, the doctor said the medicine will also cause you a bit sleepy"

"I don't take it"

Sam raises his head.

"Why don't you? This professor being so disobeyed"

"As you said, I'll get sleepy, and I still can go there, I could use my both hand on writing, no problems at all"

Sam pursed his lips, who doesn't know about the very genius and multi-talented young professor in front of him? Who can do almost anything he could think of.

"Well, there's nothing to lose to have a day or two off, that lunatic being targeting you, they maybe can attack you while you alone out there"

"University is full of students and staff, who can attack me there? I'm not a kid, I think I can protect myself very well"

Sam finishes bandaging Dakota's hand, and for a while, he keeps holding it, the young man has a very smooth hand with slender fingers, unconsciously he kept holding staring at it, and Dakota pulled his hand.

"You finished aren't you?"

Sam smiled, the young detective being awkward instantly, he stands up fast.

"Yeah, it's finished! Hehe don't let it wet again, please my dear sweet professor, we need you alive" said Sam while putting on his very silly face.

"Jughead!"

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