Angst
Gresham’s nightmares had become a nightly occurrence--they always had been, but it was only recently the nurse had started staying over at his place on an almost nightly basis.
In the beginning she would pretend it didn’t bother her, the subject seemed taboo to her, even though he’d wake in the middle of the night, gasping for breath and looking around wildly, as if trying to differentiate what was real and what was part of the nightmare he’d been having.
A couple weeks passed and she’d brought it up, walking on eggshells about it, trying not to pry, but making it obvious she was there if he wanted to speak about it. He didn’t. Not that she could blame him, but the dark circles under his eyes--ones that just continued to grow darker and darker--worried her, not even medicine made to aid one in sleeping throughout the whole night helped, if anything they made it harder for him to escape the nightmares he had.
A month passed and she finally pressed too far, prying and begging him to tell her what he saw each and every night so she could help him get passed it. But it wasn’t that simple, not that she could understand. Instead of arguing with her he simply left the place to blow off some steam, and when he returned that night she was gone, unsure if he even wanted to continue to see her.
She let a week pass before arriving in front of his door, knocking softly as she nervously fidgeted, wondering how he’d take her visit.
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