Revival

A Terror in the Night

Through the night Tommy slept soundless but his night was far from peaceful. A horrible nightmare twisted in his mind with friendly faces spewing out cruel words and delivering harsh blows. "I told you Toms, I told you you'd never be the president." "You couldn't even die a hero's death, Theseus. Beaten by a homeless Teletubby, pathetic." "You are not my son. Why would I ever come to help you?" Voices melting together in the inky blackness that gave way to a familiar dull orange glow.

"Well, well, well. It seems that I won, Tommy." Dream's cold voice filled the prison cell as Tommy turned to face him. The taller male's orange jumpsuit was tainted red with...drying blood?
"D-Dream? Why are you-" A harsh cough racked his body. Placing a hand over his mouth to muffle the awful sound, Tommy felt something wet hit his hand. He was coughing up blood. 'W-what? No, t-this isn't real.' His chest was burning as he continued to cough and gasp for air. The blood was pouring from his mouth and making it hard to breathe.

"Why don't you go see him Tommy?" He didn't see Dream move but he felt his fist when it struck his skull nonetheless.

Jolting up with a scream, Tommy was quickly falling into a panic attack, completely unaware of the woman he had startled or the sound of the book hitting the wall across the room.

"Nonononononono." Pulling at his hair Tommy sobbed and trembled.

"Hey pal. I need you to listen to my voice okay?" A distorted voice cooed to him, "Can I touch you?" Shaking his head in panic he tried to move away from the blurry figure only to hit his back against the headboard of the bed. "It's okay, i won't touch you. Let's try something else, can you name five things you can see?" Name things he could see? Why was Dream asking him to name things? Was this even Dream?

"U-uh, t-the blanket...m-my hands, my l-legs-" With a deep shaky breath he looked to the owner of the warped voice, but with eyes clouded with tears he could only make out the large black wings half opened behind the figure. "Y-your wings, you d-dad." 'Dad? This poor kid must really be out of it.' Sam nodded even though the boy wasn't correct in his statement.

"Yeah buddy I'm here. Just focus on me okay? I've got you." She wasn't prepared for the younger male to throw himself into her arms but she managed to catch the both of them before they fell. The sobbing teen clung tightly to her as words poured from his lips in a mildly incoherent babble.

"IcalledoutforyouDreamwashittingmeI-ithurts!Whydidyoutakesolongtosaveme?" Only catching the words "Dream was hitting me" and "called for you" from the constant stream of word vomit she came to the conclusion this boy was beaten by someone named Dream and his father didn't save him. This boy was basically an orphan who, thanks to Ethan, was dropped off on her doorstep, and stars were forsaken if she was gonna let him stay that way. For now though, she'd need to play the part given to her.
"I know bud, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Allowing herself to sit on the bed and pull the teen onto her lap she gently pet his head. "I know I failed you before, but I promise I'm not gonna fail you anymore." Resting her shoulders against the wall she wrapped her wings around them cocooning the blonde in a blanket of feathers.

They rested there as the boy whose name she still didn't know fell back asleep clinging tightly to her shirt. "Oh kid...How much trauma are you carrying on your shoulders?" Unsure about moving the sleeping form curled against her, Sam decided to stay like this, that way she could soothe any would be nightmares before they took root. So the night continued on, with dawn soon on the horizon, leaving two figures blanketed by darkness to rest with one pondering over her next move while cooing lullabies to the other who slept soundly for the first time in a long time.