☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ~wherethefrontierpushesback
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Nightmares had become more familiar, more intimate, in recent nights. Events of the past months, of too many deaths, of too many lives ended too soon, of blond hair and blue eyes too ashen to be alive. It was a continuous repeat in his mind, darkened at the edges, the sensation of drowning or of being just a second too late. Nightmares had become more familiar and tonight was no exception, soft noises, pained breathlessness, fingers grasping at sheets in a death grip.
His subconscious held him firm and fast, even as hands shook his shoulders gently, even as a voice barely penetrated the heavy fog settled over his mind. One moment he was watching the world around him shatter, the next he was awake, bolting upright with a sharp gasp.
“—-Jim?”
The doctor’s hazel hues are wide, wild, unseeing for a long moment, hands grasping blindly to hook into cloth and pull close, tight. His heart rate was thundering, a loud drum in his ears that was quickly petering out into silence, muscles unlocking and loosening, head dropping and eyes closing. It took a moment for the brunet to uncurl his fist from around the blond’s collar, focusing only on calming down.
