Dreams Part 8 Jacob opened his eyes sleepily . He was dizzy . After a few seconds of lying still he tried to sit up and get his memory back .ouch . He fell back again in alarm as he realized the searing pain down his left side . Once he could open his eyes again, he slowly turned his head to one side and looked down , it was even worse than he had expected . And the glass , how did that get there ? Jacob gritted his teeth and dragged himself into the kitchen , pulling the first-aid box off the shelf .Then , he collapsed into a chair and pulled out a long piece of bandage out from out underneath the heap of lotions and potions . Tying the bandage tightly around the area , Jacob closed his eyes as he tried to remember what had happened during the hours before the incident . His memories came back in segments , flowing into his mind in rough , odd orders . He remembered running at the door , running from the men , , running from unwanted memories. He inhaled sharply in pain as he dabbed antiseptic generously at the wound . Once the initial pain of this had calmed down , he subjected himself to more by wiping it furiously , hopping to clear himself up enough to decide if the wound was infected or not . As more and more blood cleared , he made his mind up . Unfortunately , judging by the pus gradually drying around the edges of his cut , it could soon become a serious problem. Using the remains of the clean bandage , jacob untidily wrapped himself up and hopped for the best. He heaved himself out of the chair and slowly crawled up the stairs into his bedroom . Now to sort out the men . What were they doing here ? What did this have to do with his mother ? WHY HIM ? he intended to find answers ... And fast .