The Truth

chapter thirteen: nightmare

I'm sweating and shaking again. Someone is in here. They're talking to me. Everything's happening so fast I don't even know what's happening until they touch me.

I'd recognize that touch anywhere or at any time.

I open my eyes and my vision is blurry. I blink fast trying hard to fix it. It refocuses and I notice Quinn's shirtless. I've never seen him shirtless.

I can't see much because it's pitch black. All I want to do is get up and turn a light on, but I can barely move. Who knew nightmares could be so. . .so dramatic.

Not even kidding I'm embarrassed for myself.

I must be yelling still because he's telling me to shush. I try but it must not be working because he carefully grabs my face in his hands.

I stop and look at him.

I look down at his bare chest and he let's go of my face. I already miss his touch. Why did he have to let go so soon?

I hold out my hands and they're a shaking mess.

They hurt more than they did earlier. I touch them and there's blood. What the hell? Did I do this in my sleep?

He notices me examining my hands and grabs them from me. He takes in a sharp breath and runs his thumb on my wrist and closer to the little cuts. I wince.

"Sorry," he whispers. That's the first word I've understood. The rest I couldn't hear. I was in such a weird state.

"I'm going to get something for this, don't move." He sounds so gentle.

I hold my hands as still as I can, but they're shaking way too much.

I don't even remember my nightmare, again. I don't understand. I remember all of my dreams. But I can't remember these.

Quinn comes back with many different things. I also notice he's put a shirt on. He flips on a lamp instead of the big light. He very gently puts ointment and bandages on my hands.

I want him to turn the lamp off, I don't want him to look at me. I probably look horrible right now and he doesn't need to see it.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up." I finally speak.

"You didn't, but even if I had been asleep there isn't anything to be sorry about."

"Thank you," I say.

"I'm sorry you have to go through those," he says and turns the lamp back off.

"Well it's only my second one," I admit.

"It is?" He must think I get them because of Raegan.

"Yeah, and I don't even remember what they're about."

"What?"

"Yeah I don't get it. Dylan was in here for the first one. She thinks it's because of the incident the other day."

"She's probably right."

"Yeah I assume so." I really don't know what else it could be.

I don't want to go back to sleep if this is going to happen again. Maybe I'll stay awake and talk to Quinn.

I feel tired though. For once. Would it hurt to close my eyes?

I lay down and stare at the ceiling. I'm ready to be able to sleep in my bed again. That's the only reason I'm ready to go home. I hate sleeping on the floor.

Quinn shifts besides me. He's leaving, damn it I don't want him to leave.

He surprises me by laying down. I thought he was leaving.