Maybe Grayson with some fever induced nightmares? I hope that's not too harsh ❤️🩹 –thatstoomuchsoup
awww not at all, I love it! thank you soup!
“...wake up, Ives, come on. Grayson? Wake up. Grayson?”
The sound of his own name pierced the veil of Grayson’s dreams. He jerked awake, gasping and thrashing, but even waking up wasn’t enough to save him. Grasping tendrils had ensnared his arms and legs, and he could feel blood soaked into his hair.
“Hey, hey...” Hands founds his shoulders, pressing him back into the softness of the bed. He realized that the things pulling at his limbs were blankets and that he was soaked in sweat, not blood. The hands gripped his shoulders more tightly, holding him steady. “It’s alright. You’re okay.”
Grayson sucked down a ragged breath. Shocks of pain burned at the edges of his body. He felt too hot, or maybe too cold. “E... Elliott?”
“Yes, it’s me.” Elliott’s hand felt wonderfully cool as it pressed against Grayson’s forehead. “Shit. The fever’s come back. You’re burning up.”
Grayson shivered and groaned. “I... I had a... a bad dream...”
“Obviously. You practically kicked me off the bed. Here...” The mattress creaked as Elliott shifted away. There was the sound of swishing water, and then a damp cloth was laid over Grayson’s forehead. “That should help.”
“Mmm...” The coolness slowly trickled into Grayson’s skin, quelling the fire of his fever as it went. “S’better...”
“Good. Go back to sleep.” The bedsprings creaked again, and Grayson felt Elliott's arms gently pull him into an embrace. “No more nightmares, okay? Just rest.”