Lawrence was woken up by something struggling next to him. Looking down, he saw Molly writhing around, her eyes still shut, but her face in a pained wince. He sat up and gently shook her shoulder.
"Molly? Molly, wake up."
Her eyes flew open and she woke up with a shuddering gasp, a look of pure terror on her face. Tears ran down her cheeks and her whole body shook. Lawrence quickly wrapped his arms around her, trying to calm her down. "Molly, what's wrong?"
"A-another nightmare," she stuttered.
"What happened?"
"Naga forced me to age quickly... past the point where I should have already been dead... but-but I was still conscious through all of it... even as I rotted away..."
Lawrence could've sworn he tasted bile after hearing that, but he forced it down and nuzzled her temple, murmuring sweet nothings into her ears.She turned in his arms and hugged him, her ragged breathing calming down. She leaned her ear on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"I'm glad you're here," she whispered. He smiled and wiped away the sticky tearstains on her face.
After a long while he pulled back a little and realized that she'd fallen asleep again. He gently wiped off the tearstains and lay back down, lifting her onto his chest.
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The Breaking Wheel
FanfictionSome SCPs tear you apart. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth in order to kill you. Others reach deep into the darkest recesses of your mind, forcing you to face your worst fears, your deepest regrets, your greatest mistakes. (Disclaimer:...
