Liz Gillies Requests

Please Don't Leave Me (Liz&Michael)

~NOTES~
It's pretty short because I'm writing Everlasting right now and the next part of You're My Home, but I have a lot of requests for Mizabeth. It's a little angsty, but overall kinda fluffy with light sexual content at the end. Enjoy :)

3rd Person POV
Michael was awoken by Liz tossing and turning next to him in the bed.

"Babe, are you okay?" Michael asks.

Liz continues to wrestle against the bed covers and starts screaming.

"Liz, wake up." Michael says, trying to stay calm.

"No!" Liz screams, still sleeping.

"It's alright, I've got you." Michael says, trying to pick Liz up.

"Ahhh!" Liz screams again, kicking Michael in her sleep.

"Liz you need to wake up." Michael says.

"No!" Liz screams, sounding hurt before moving so aggressively she hits her head on the bed frame.

"Oh my god, you're going to injure yourself." Michael mutters, trying to pick her up again.

Instead, Liz screams and moves again, hitting her head on the bedside table.

"Get away from me!" Liz screams, in a deep sleep.

"Liz!" Michael exclaims, gently taking her arm and shaking her as a last resort.

Liz bolts up in bed, gasping for breath.

"I-" Liz tries to speak. "What are you doing here?"

"We're in bed, babe. I think you had a nightmare. You were screaming and kicking but you're right here next to me." Michael says, attempting to ground his wife.

"But you-" Liz looks confused, looking around the bedroom and rubbing the back of her head.

"You hit your head. I'm gonna get you some ice and something to drink." Michael says, kissing her cheek and getting out of bed.

"Don't leave me!" Liz screams. "Please! Don't go!"

"Liz-" Michael says, shocked.

"Don't. Just don't. Don't go." Liz whimpers, curling herself into a ball on the bed and rocking backwards and forwards.

"Liz, can you tell me where you are?" Michael asks, sitting in front of her and remembering all the things to ask when she has a panic attack.

"In our bedroom." Liz says shakily.

"Perfect. Who am I?" Michael asks.

"Michael." Liz answers.

"Can you feel my hands?" Michael asks her, softly putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Yeah." Liz whispers.

"What can you taste?" Michael asks.

"Blood." Liz says simply.

"Blood?" Michael asks.

"Yeah. I think," Liz starts, sticking her tongue out to reveal her mouth full of blood.

"How did that happen?" Michael asks, worried.

"I must have bitten down on my tongue when I hit my head." Liz says as blood drips from her mouth.

"Fuck. Okay. Don't worry. I need you to let me go downstairs so I can grab a few things." Michael says and Liz nods before he runs out of the bedroom and downstairs.

Michael returns a few minutes later with a damp washcloth, a bag of frozen peas and a glass of water.

"What's all that?" Liz asks quietly.