evan peters + ahs imagines

kyle spencer: first night

tw: death
word count: 1364

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it was the first night since kyle was back to life, and i knew that this night would be hard.

"you're okay." i cooed, "lay down."

he shook his head painfully, trying to speak but nothing but grunts and whimpers came out.

"i promise you're safe."

earlier in the day, his moans in pain and grunting and crying was loud but now he was too tired and worn out to be too loud. but his soft cries almost hurt more to hear then the loud ones.

"n-no!!" he sobbed, kicking at himself and crying.

i layed my hand on his face, brushing my thumb over his cheek to soothe him.

"it's all okay. i'm right here."

he shook his head, letting tears fall.

"are you scared?" i asked.

he nodded, crying and crying. i felt really bad, he looked so hurt and sad and just terrified.

"i'm not leaving. you're okay and you're safe."

he looked up at me, trying to decide if he should trust my words or not.

"i swear." i assured him.

he shut his eyes and dropped his head down, just trying to find peace in himself. i could see his hands shaking and his lips quivering. i could hear the pain in his slight whimpers. his fear was so visible.

"here, can i touch you?" i asked softly, showing him my hand before touching his shoulder. he nodded.

i kind of pulled him into my arms, comforting him.

he was hesitant, but eventually relaxed.

"i know you're scared. i'm sorry."

he looked up at me with his beautiful put painful eyes.

i held him closer.

"it's okay." i shushed his whimpers.

kyle finally was able to calm himself, and his shaking stopped. he was in pain, physically. and honestly he was too scared to feel the mental pain yet.

i felt kyles body go limp as he feel asleep. i held him for a while just to make sure he was okay before i gently let go and let him lay down. i placed a blanket over him and shut off the lamp beside him.

i knew he wouldn't stay asleep all night, but i was ahppy that he was finally asleep after the longest and probably worst day he's had.

this moment, looking at him, felt like a moment out of a movie. the boy i had just met the other night was in my room, in a school of witches. and he just came back from the dead.

i tiredly laid down onto my bed and tried my best to sleep. usually i would go through my phone first but
that was the last thing i was worried about.

three hours i woke up to kyle having the worst panic attack id ever seen. it was pitch dark, so it made him even more nervous.

"kyle?" i said, turning on the lamp beside me.

he looked at me, trying to tell me that he couldn't breathe.

"look, it's just me. it's okay."

"h-he-help." he sobbed.

i sat infront of him, pulling him into a hug.

"it's okay."

he was in pain, which made it worse. he was hyperventilating up until i hugged him.