Wresting from Danger

12

I wake up the next morning in agonizing pain. Maybe I'll skip my run today.

I open my door and James is no where to be seen. I don't remember much of last night, like it happened a year ago.

I go to the bathroom and see my eye. That might be why I am having a hard time remembering things. My head is pounding, I need Advil.

I head over to the kitchen and open the farthest cupboard to the left. When I try to use my arm to open it I accidentally let out a little wince of pain. I use my other arm and head straight to the bathroom again.

"I know how to do this," I say quietly to myself. I've popped shoulders back in place many times, I've just never had to feel it before.

The more I think about it the more I'm gonna stall. I move my hands like I am about to put pressure but my brain quickly talks me out of it.

"Don't think just go," I whisper. I hear it pop. I quietly scream for a second. That hurt more than I thought it would.

I put some makeup on to cover the bruises on my face and neck and start heading for the kitchen to start making something for breakfast. I'm not hungry but I have to eat.

I hear James' door open and I flinch a little bit. I hope he didn't see.

"Morgan," he says very quietly but enough where he knows I heard.

"Good morning James," I say without turning around.

"I'm so sorry. I've just been getting a these dreams and I don't know how to stop it. I am so sorry."

I turn around this time, "I'm okay James really. What about these dreams? How long have they been going on?" Now we're getting somewhere.

"Ever sense I left hydra," he says looking down.

"Would you mind telling me about one of them?"

He pauses before he sits down at the counter, "I don't remember all of them very well."

"What about the one last night?" I ask hoping it's not a sore topic. After saying it, it probably is. Why would anyone want to be reminded they just unknowingly beat up their new roommate and therapist?

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea what I was doing."

"It's okay really, I just want to help you," I say getting out the toaster looking back and giving him a gentle smile.

"It's kinda fuzzy. I remember breaking out of hydra's base. I was just taking out soldiers one by one."

He continues to tell me about his dream last night. I think again this is more than what I am trained for but what can I do now?

I walk over to him and put my hand on top of his, "You're safe here. They can't hurt you anymore." I don't break eye contact so he knows I say this with full confidence. At least I hope he knows.

I give his hand a small squeeze before heading over to the toaster, "I hope toast is okay, I just remember you seemed excited about it yesterday."

"Toast sounds good," he says comfortably.