Love is healing

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Soap sat down on the small armchair on the opposite of the table, he grabbed the TV remote and decreased the volume, but still let the TV play in the background.

He was watching his partner sleep with sad eyes, how did it just come to that? Two weeks ago, they were happy and the only sadness came from problems in missions or nightmares about the past.

Now, everything had changed. Johnny would never speak it out but he was terrified. About how broken Simom was. About Graves who still was out there. About the fact that he was scared that Simon might hurt himself or worse.

A deep sighed left his lips as he saw the small tears run down the blonds cheeks and heared the silent, weak voice. "I don't..."

Simon was crying in his sleep, whatever horror Graves had done to him was repeating itself in his head right now.

"No..." He whined desperate, his fingers clenching and unclenching into the blanket.

His mind didn't left him alone, not when he was awake and also not when he was asleep. Both times he still saw him, heared him and even feel him.

Johnny gulped his own tears down, he knew he shouldn't wake him up now. Sleeping through a nightmare is way better than waking up from one.

But he simply couldn't watch it anymore, so he stood up and went back into the kitchen.

Silently Soap started to make soup, an easy one for the stomach, without any meat.

He had asked the doctor for advice and he told him to start with easy food, that's not hard on the stomach and won't have anything in it that would remind him or trigger any trauma.

Alejandro had told him about the flesh, Soap didn't want to know if it had been real human or not.

His stomach churned at this throught, how fucked up was Graves?!

The smell of the soup filled the air and he hoped it would bring some comfort to Simon when he woke up. As he stirred in the pot, Soap couldn't forget the images of the horrors Graves had inflicted on Simon. The thought of that monster sent shivers down his spine.

Of disgust and hate.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the living room,which made Johnny jump in concern,he rushed back to find Simon on the floor, he must have fallen down in his sleep. His fists clenched and unclenched, eyes squeezed shut in the horror of his nightmare.

Soap knew he should let him sleep though the nightmare, but he also saw the wounds on him, he needed to get back up on the couch.

"Simon, hey, please. Wake up. Its me, Im here, Im here. Just wake up." The Scot whispered, reaching a hand out for his partner but stopping himself instantly.

He and promised not to touch him, so he wouldnt.

"Simon, wake up." Soap tried it again, swallowing the fear and worry down that he felt. "Simon please..."

The blond whined desperatly in his sleep, begging for Graves to stop, for it all to stop, while his body curled further into himself.

The pain that shot through his side, his thigh and his... behind, woke him up. Simon shot upright with a gasp and a flinch, shuddering again as he saw Soap kneeling infront of him.

"Its me, its just me. Youre safe." Johnny whispered, keeping his voice calm and low to not startled him more.

The blond was breathing heavily, silent tears still run down his cheeks. The dream, no, the nightmare had shaken him heavily.

"Do you know where you are?" Another advice the doctor had given Soap, if Simon ever was close to a flashback or panic attack, he needed to be grounded.