His head felt like it was going to explode. The doctors told him that he had a concussion, but he never imagined it to be so painful. His vision was blurring, and all he could think about was the girl he saw before he blacked out. It was strange, that was for sure. Except it seemed impossible to have a vision of someone he had never even seen before. His imagination couldn't of created her.

"He's fine, let's just take him home," His father demanded. His mother on the other hand, wanted to keep him at the clinic for what felt like forever. She stormed out of the room, leaving Rhys alone with his father and the doctor.

"We've ran a few tests, and everything looks great. We recommend keeping him home a couple days to recover, as he might be sensitive to light for awhile," The doctor explained. He smiled warmly, and held open the door for them to leave. Following behind them, he stopped at the front desk. "Did Rick already head out?" He asked the receptionist. She nodded in reply, not paying him much attention at all.

Rhys looked around the small waiting room, his siblings were now all seated in the waiting room along with his mother. Glancing out into the night, he saw two people walking down the pathway. Squinting at them through the glass doors he realized one was the other Doctor, but the second was a girl. Her blonde hair was like a bright light that the doctor had told him to stay away from. Even though he couldn't see her face, something about her hair looked excruciatingly familiar. And Rhys knew exactly what it was.

With his already blurred vision, he saw the world around him go dark. And with the flash of a light, he was sitting behind the wheel of a car, his vision as perfect as ever. The road he was driving down looked like nowhere he had ever been before. On one side of the road was an almost teal-coloured ocean. On the other, there were many houses and palm trees lining the way. On instinct he felt his hands turn the wheel, he now drove down a street away from the ocean. Staring down at his hands, he tried to lift one of them up. Though his hand didn't move. It was as if he wasn't controlling his own body anymore.

"You know we're going to have to go home at some point," A gentle voice next to him stated. As much as he felt himself internally jump in surprise, that wasn't what he did. His head turned and he smiled at the girl sitting in the passenger seat. It was the same girl he had seen after falling off his bike. It was her.

He laughed and turned back to the road, "Not unless you want to," he said. Starting to feel like he was drowning, Rhys took deep breaths. He felt himself taking the breaths, but the Rhys inside the car was just gazing out the window.

The girl next to him pulled one of his arms off the wheel, and entwined her hand with his own. "We can stay a few more days," she said, "then it's back to Oceanside."

Rhys felt like he was screaming, and yet no one could hear him. His chest felt like it was going to explode. He could feel the girls hand in his own, as if it really was him holding her hand. But he knew it wasn't, he didn't even know who she was. "Carmen, I know you don't really want to go back," he sighed. Her name's Carmen? Rhys wondered.

Now driving down a straight road, Rhys looked to the girl against his will. A single tear had left her eye and her mascara was already smudged under her eyes. "If I don't go back he'll find us. He knows where we are, and I promised I would," she said.

Then Rhys felt a strange anger consume him, it was one he had only felt a few times in his life. "I'm not going to let him hurt you again," he promised. Rhys' hands tightened around the wheel, and he turned back to the road once more. He was surprised by himself, even if this was just a dream. That anger he had felt, he had always kept it buried. Now, he was making promises based off of that same anger. It had taken over him, this strange fury and desperation to protect her.

"He won't. I promise," she said, "I can't abandon him after what happened with my mom."

Understanding flooded through him as his anger diminished. The panic he knew was coming from himself also started to fade as it was replaced with confusion. It was quite clear to him now, whoever's perspective he was watching this all unfold from, truly loved the girl. It was a strange feeling, and Rhys wanted nothing more than to go back to his own feelings. "Let's just not think about it until it's time to go back," he said, "we could walk around the city?"

She nodded and squeezed his hand. "I'm glad we're here together," she said. Rhys felt his other hand move again as he turned onto a busy road. The street was lined with clothing stores and different restaurants. He spotted a few surf board rental places, and told himself to remember that, for the possibility it could help him figure out where he was and who they were.

Looking up into the rearview mirror, Rhys felt as if he froze in his seat, even though the boy controlling him kept moving. The mirror had been angled strangely and Rhys saw himself. He saw the boy whose life he was glimpsing inside. He saw himself.

If this was a dream, wouldn't he be able to control himself? Which brought up the question, what was this? He knew it was not a memory, he had never seen this girl before the other vision and the girl walking outside the clinic. Even though that had been real, Rhys knew it was most likely not even the same girl, just a girl with the same hair colour.

"Me too," he said, taking his hand back to park the car. Once it was parked, he turned back to her, now facing her completely. He felt his mouth moving, yet he could no longer hear anyone speaking. Everything had gone silent, and all he could focus on was her vibrant green eyes carrying her smile up to cover her entire face. She was undoubtedly happy now, and Rhys didn't know why. She slowly started blurring again, and his vision went back to the way it had been before. The pain in his head returned, and before he even knew what had happened, he woke up on the floor of the clinic.

"Rhys?" He heard his mother calling. Concern laced her voice, but Rhys knew it wouldn't last long.

"This is all my fault," he heard Jason whisper. None of his family members said anything in reply after that. Clenching his fists through the pain, Rhys pushed himself off the ground.

"It's not," he assured his brother.

The doctor who had been close by grabbed his arm, and helped him into a chair. "It's probably just a side affect," he said, "it's very common in people with concussions."

Rhys nodded and looked up at his whole family gathered around him, a strange thought then entered his mind. He wasn't grateful for them all being like there like he thought he would be, instead he was grateful for the odd vision that gave him time away from them. Guilt was a strong presence in that moment, as he knew they were worried about him. But he also knew the fighting would start up the second they went home.

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