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[latachete]

[SMS: FIRECRACKER] at lunch, sore as hell but thinking of you. give spark a kiss for me! ♥

[sms]; hm well maybe a massage is in order for you later tonight. in the meantime i’ll send a kiss amelia’s way for you!

[latachete]

a seemingly normal night, baby thankfully sound asleep in her room, dog curled up on his bed in the corner. a kiss goodnight topped it off before the two snuggled under the sheets for a good night’s sleep. a normal night.

it was normal for her to toss a little bit throughout the night, kicking the blankets off when it grew too hot under the heavy comforter. this night was different, movements were constant, her breathing increasing as if she was running a mile, even a few soft murmurs were heard. unwanted scenes were recreating.

in her mind a war was happening, blood painted the pavement, and the gunshots vibrated within her ears. there were people she remember, people that were long gone...for years. she was watching them die all over again.

back in bed fingers dug into the mattress beneath them, legs kicking the covers from her body and once even colliding with her partner’s. the motions cause the dog to perk up and jump into action. springing onto the bed, he paws at her and licks her face...but there was no sign of her waking up. the dog begins to whine in an attempt to wake the man beside her.