The alarm went off, same time it went off every day and Tom sat up in bed already away before the alarm but as usual he waited until it was time to get up before he actually did so. From there he made a trip to the bathroom, where his usual routine with using the bathroom, washing his face and brushing his teeth commenced.<br/><br/>Dressed and at breakfast, he hummed softly to himself, while he ate a bowl of oatmeal, the fingers of his right hand tapped over and over to whatever song he hummed to himself.<br/><br/>“Good morning, Tom,” spoke the nurse as she entered his room. “How is your oatmeal today?”<br/><br/>“It’s good,” he said without as much as a glance up at her.<br/><br/>“When you are done, do you want to play a game?”<br/><br/>“It’s not game day. Game day is on Friday, today is check-up day. I get a check-up today, check-up today,” he repeated over and over as he rocked a bit harder and breathed a bit faster.<br/><br/>“Shhh…it’s alright, Tom. You’re right, you get a check-up today, I’m sorry it was my mistake,” she cooed to him softly, which eventually managed to get him to calm back down and continue with his oatmeal.<br/><br/>The meal ended, everything was cleared away and he sat waiting for his check-up. “Hello, Tom,” the doctor said as he entered his room. “How are you today?”<br/><br/>“Tired,” Tom said as he rocked back and forth on the edge of his bed. “Bad dreams, make it hard to sleep.”<br/><br/>“Do you remember these dreams?” the doctor asked as he opened up his bag to get out his stethoscope.<br/><br/>In answer to that, Tom only shook his head and frowned though he rocked a bit faster now.<br/><br/>“Tom? You ok?”<br/><br/>His head had not stopped shaking instead his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hands started to move in front of him, obviously drawing something in the air.<br/><br/>“Quickly! Get him to the table!” he instructed the nurse, with whose help he was able to get Tom settled at his drawing table. Now, with his supplies at hand he began to draw, hand moving at a speed that many found it hard to follow, though never once did the detail falter. When he was finally done there was a rather lovely picture of a field of purple flowers (an oddity, given his strong dislike for the color) with a full moon in the night sky over them.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/aceserve22/edit%20stuff/moon.jpg"><img alt="Image" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/aceserve22/edit%20stuff/moon.jpg" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a></div><br/><br/>“What does this mean?” the nurse asked.<br/><br/>“I’m not sure…” the doctor, the picture in hand glasses down on the tip of his nose so that he could regard it better.  “Take to the lab for study, quickly. I don’t want him to see the color and get upset.”<br/>“Right away, Doctor,” the nurse said obediently and rushed off to do as she was told.<br/><br/>“Tired…tired…” Tom whispered softly to himself as he rocked back and forth, his hand back on the table, fingers once again at work keeping the beat of the song only he could hear.