𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ １７

Murdoc gasped.

He was on his kitchen floor.

The taste of peanut butter in his mouth.

He fell off of his chair.

He sighed deeply.

Nightmare.

He closed his eyes, recollecting himself.

Murdoc didn't remember falling asleep.

After laying there on the ground for a moment, he got up.

His spine definitely took a hit, but he'll live.

He looked at the clock.

6 PM.

6 PM??

Murdoc was asleep at the kitchen table for...

"Woah hey, I heard a loud noise, what happened? Did you break something?" Hannibal appeared from the top of the stairs.

Murdoc turned his head around.

He had an apparent traumatized expression, hence why Hannibal asked if he broke something.

In response, Murdoc just went toward the stairs, walked up them, and hugged Hannibal.

Then he started crying.

Hannibal got weirded out, repeating woah what the fuck? Over and over again.

However, it didn't do anything, so Hannibal just stood there awkwardly.

The last time he had seen him cry was maybe... ten years ago?

This was definitely very unusual.

So, something bad must've happened.

Hannibal did give in after a few moments, patting his now hot back from crying.

After he calmed down, he let go of his brother and just went into his room.

He didn't say anything, or even pat Hannibal thank you.

Hannibal was extremely confused, but he thought that he would worry about it later.

Murdoc definitely wasn't going to be able to sleep that night.

Not only because he was traumatized, but he slept for around another six hours that added up to his eight hours of sleep that he got that night.

He just stayed in his room.

Staring at his ceiling.

He placed that one star that Stuart gave him while they were packing up to leave the hospital.

It made him want to cry even more.

And the fact that he wasn't responding to his phone made everything even worse.

He knew that it was just a dream but he didn't know where Stuart was.

Or what he was doing.

It had been a long time.

And Stuart wouldn't just... forget about him.

Something was wrong.

It was like that nightmare was like a warning.

A sign.

Oh god.

What if they really got to him?

And he was just sitting there in his room while his body rots somewhere.

He jumped up from his bed, trying to fight the urge to cry.