Milk N Pepsi
Title: Milk and Pepsi (1/1)
Fandom: Laverne and Shirley
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I don't make money off of it. I just use it to make other people happy. Suing me will only get you action figures.
Notes: Inspired by a dream I had.
Warnings: This does have slightly disturbing images. No worse than watching Predator, but still. You've been warned.
The room didn't look sanitary. It wasn't lighted very well and it was cold and it just felt dirty.
Laverne was lying on a table. She could see that, but her eyes were closed. People were rushing all around her. The white sheets were stained red. She couldn't figure out what was going on.
Laverne could see Shirley, Lenny, and Squiggy peering through the dirty windows on the double swinging doors, all looking very expectantly at the activity. Seemingly of their own accord, the doors opened and she could see out into a dingily lit hallway.
A strange feeling came over her when she saw herself walk up behind the trio, still waiting patiently outside the door. How could she be behind them if she was on the table?
She watched herself in horror as she reached for Shirley and walked, stumbled through<.i> her. Laverne could clearly see herself standing there, covered in a blood-spattered hospital gown.
A cry sounded as her child was pulled from the incision in her abdomen and a sheet was simultaneously pulled over her head.
Oh, God. I'm dead!
Laverne woke with a start, sitting straight up in bed and gasping for air. Her nightgown was soaked with sweat and the sheets were twisted around her legs.
Glancing over, she could see Shirley was still sound asleep, covers primly and neatly covering her.
Laverne straightened out her covers before lying back down in bed.
"No more milk and Pepsi before bed," she muttered to herself, closing her eyes.