Lucid dreaming|Clu +Care,Ft.Clarke +Carson
Clu had been put in a medical induced coma to give his body rest to recover. “Daddy?” Clu questioned his father who had his usual attire on which meant the boy was getting a new experiment done. “Yes, Cluey?” Larkin answered his sons question with one of his own. “Why do you hate me?” He felt his body tense at the question already ready for a response from his father who had a needle in his hand. “I don’t hate you, Bud, I want to make sure you’re safe so no one can hurt you.” Clu pulled his eyebrows together at his father’s words and didn’t have time to question it. Larkin started with the scalpel like he always did. It was hours and Clu couldn’t move, he couldn’t scream. The teens body started twitching a response to the lucid dream more like nightmare he was having of events that had certainly not happened at least not the way they were playing in his head. A nurse came in to check on the teen while his sisters were there noticing the monitors. She hit the button to call for back up. The girls were ushered out of the room and Carey was paged to the floor to watch helplessly as his brother was crashing yet again. It went like this for several days and no one could figure out what was happening.
















