Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

53. Night terrors

"Simon?”  

Your drowsy voice echoes through his apartment.

His body is shaking restlessly and the heavy breathing woke you up. Pitch-black darkness surrounding you. Adapting to it felt like an eternity, the slumberous state you’re in not helping in understanding what’s going on.

You try to get ahold of Ghost somehow, your small hand snaking along the sheets to find his bare arm and hold it. Comfort him. You feel how tense it is, all his muscles twitching non-stop.

“Simon?” You call out a bit louder, hearing him shiver loudly by now. You move over his huge body and try to see his face, your eyes squinting in order to make out some features of his. They’re opened. You can see that he’s looking straight forward, fear written all over his face and sweat rolling down his forehead.

“Fuck what…What’s happening?!” you get up hastily and stand next to his side of the bed, covering your mouth with both hands. You cannot register at all what’s happening right now. Is it a panic attack? A seizure? He showed no awareness, not reacting to you in any way.

You bend over and reach for his shoulder, squeezing it slightly as you’re trying to wake him up. His eyes snap and he grabs your arm tightly, wrapping around it so tight that it hurts.

“OUCH I…LET GO! SIMON! YOU’RE HURT---SIMON!!!” you scream out in fear, tears welling up in your eyes from the pain. His strong hand fixating your wrist, he squeezes tighter, causing you to let out another yelp.

You’re in fight or flight mode now. Since flight is impossible with him holding you like that, your hand moves towards his head and shoves it away roughly, causing him to let go of you. You drop onto the floor and pant heavily, eyes locked onto Simon’s body sitting upwards now in his bed. You could only make out his heavy-breathing silhouette in the dim lights shining through his window. As you’re crawling into a corner far away from him, you realize you’re crying. Hard.

You hold the wrist he clutched onto and are thrown back in your own trauma, this feels way too familiar.

A part of you knows that it’s not Simon that hurt you, it must be some kind of night terror. Some episode. You just couldn’t help but cry and feel so very helpless in this moment.

After this, you’re too scared to try and wake him again. His breathing got louder and was unbearable to listen to. Raspy, frantic sounds coming out his throat. You can’t do this.

You get up and wipe your tears, rushing to your bag to find your phone. The tears blurred your whole vision, as soon as you wiped them away they’d dwell up again and you couldn’t see a thing. This was all too familiar. Stuck in your own trauma all over again.

Your shaking lips released an audible whimper, one you couldn’t hold back at this point.  Scrolling through the phone you look for Königs number. But should you call him? What about an ambulance, won’t that help? The confusion made you cry even more. What are you supposed to do?

Your gaze shifts from your phone screen over to Simons body, he’s just sitting upwards on the bed and pants heavily, his hands covering his face. You wish you could help him somehow. You stay in the corner like that and make yourself small, eyes fixated on him. He seems like he’s calming down again. Ghosts body lowers itself until he’s lying on the bed and has one arm resting over his face, covering the eyes. You wipe away your tears and sniffle, Königs number selected on the phone and your finger ready to press the call-button.