Since when did dreams hurt so much? (Daydream)

She could feel Artair trying to address her injury. It was a fruitless effort. She knew what was going to happen. She was going to bleed out. She could already feel her vision getting swimmy. It was hard to think. Hard to focus. She felt hands on her, but she couldn't tell what they were doing. She had no idea how long she had been sitting there.  She didn't know how long it had taken him to find her. 

She could hear him talking, but she didn't know what he was saying.  She couldn't make out the words.  He was calling someone at the mansion telling her to wake her up and give her medical attention. She at the very least caught that much. "Room 206." She mumbled half aware that she said something. In her astral form she felt things less intensely. If she felt them this bad here. She could only imagine what she'd feel when she was woken up. Her astral body felt cold. Numb. It was harder to keep her eyes open. She had never fallen asleep within a dream. That was inception on  a whole other level that she had never even messed with.

Daydream could feel someone grabbing her shoulders and lightly shaking it. She looked at Artair. He wasn't touching her at the moment. So that must've meant that someone had made it to her room. Back in her room, room 206; someone was there. They could see her bedsheets slowly filling up with blood and there was a bullet hole in her shoulder, but no bullet. The bullet was a physical object that was part of the astral plain. She could bring objects back from her dream if she was physically touching them; like a bullet lodged in her shoulder. She was gently awakened. And the bullet magically appeared in her shoulder where it wasn't moments before when she woke.

Kendra screamed in agony. It was much worse than she thought. She felt like someone was ripping her arm off and the last few tendons holding it in place just wouldn't snap. It was almost unbearable. Her arm also feeling like it had been set on fire. The pain stung all the way down to the tips of her fingers. She didn't recognize the man who had woke her up, but he was some mansion staffer. "I was shot...." She cried out weakly as she was scooped up into someone's arms.

Her head lulled back and stared at the ceiling. She watched the tiles racing by as the man had a slight panic to his step. She was sure that he was going to save her. She just tried not to focus on the pain so much. Her hand slunk down into the pocket of her leather jacket that she was still wearing. She had left Artair at the house with all the thugs dealt with. The boss, though he had shot her had fled. Mission accomplished? Was this justice? Was this what we set out to do? She wondered as she felt her body jostling around in this guy's arms. He carried her as if she weighed next to nothing. Her limp arm dangling lifelessly.

Her other arm slipping into the pocket of her jacket to feel the familiar edges of her cell phone. She pulled it out.  The moment she woke up her astral form had left Artair's side. He would be alone in that doorway with  visible bloodstain in the floor. She unlocked her phone and the blue screen lit up her pale face as she was carried downstairs.  She opened a new text.  A text to Artair.  Her fingers slowly found the keys they were looking for.  Message sending. Message sent.  "Thank you....." Message delivered.