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Leighton Murray, usually the life of the party with a quick wit and a carefree demeanour, found herself in an unexpected situation one chilly autumn evening. She had just returned from a late-night study session when she stumbled upon Y/n, her friend and occasional study partner, lying unconscious in a dimly lit alley behind their dormitory.
Panicked, Leighton rushed to Y/n's side, her heart pounding with worry. Y/n's face was bruised, her knuckles bloodied, suggesting she had been in a scuffle of some sort. Without hesitation, Leighton gently cradled Y/n's head in her lap, calling out for help while she checked for any signs of life.
Y/n stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering weakly. Leighton's heart sank as she realized the severity of Y/n's condition. With trembling hands, she dialled emergency services, her voice shaking as she relayed the situation.
As they waited for help to arrive, Leighton did her best to keep Y/n conscious, offering words of comfort and reassurance. It felt like an eternity before the ambulance finally arrived, whisking Y/n away to the hospital.
In the following days, Leighton remained by Y/n's side, acting as her steadfast companion and caretaker. She juggled her classes and extracurricular activities, devoting every spare moment to Y/n's recovery.
Despite Leighton's tireless efforts, Y/n's condition seemed to worsen with each passing day. It was a heart-wrenching sight for Leighton to witness her friend's suffering, but she refused to give up hope.
Finally, after consulting with the doctors, Leighton obtained the medication that Y/n desperately needed. She administered the doses with meticulous care, praying for a miracle.
One night, as the moon cast a soft glow through the hospital window, Leighton awoke to find Y/n staring at her, her eyes filled with gratitude and something else—vulnerability.
Y/n's gaze lingered on Leighton's face, silently conveying a depth of emotion that took Leighton by surprise. For a moment, they simply gazed at each other, the unspoken bond between them growing stronger with each passing second.
As exhaustion weighed heavy on Leighton's eyelids, she drifted back to sleep, her arm still draped protectively around Y/n's shoulders.
Hours later, Leighton awoke to a startling realisation—she was now the one being comforted. Y/n lay sprawled across her chest, her breaths slow and steady, a serene expression gracing her features.
But the peace was short-lived as Y/n's peaceful facade shattered, replaced by violent tremors and panicked gasps. Leighton tried in vain to rouse her friend from the grips of her nightmares, but Y/n seemed lost in a world of her own making.
Desperate for a solution, Leighton wrapped her arms around Y/n, pulling her close in a tight embrace. Slowly, Y/n's trembling subsided, her ragged breaths evening out as she nestled against Leighton's warmth.
At that moment, as they clung to each other in the darkness, Leighton realised the depth of her feelings for Y/n. But she also knew that now was not the time for confessions or declarations.Y/n needed a friend more than anything, someone who would stand by her side through the darkest of nights. For Leighton, that was a role she was willing to play, even if it meant suppressing her desires for the sake of Y/n's well-being.
As they lay entwined in each other's arms, the steady rhythm of their breathing filled the room, a silent testament to the unbreakable bond between them. And in that moment, Leighton knew that no matter what the future held, she would always be there for Y/n, her steadfast anchor in a sea of uncertainty.
After weeks of intensive care, Y/n was finally discharged from the hospital, albeit still fragile and haunted by the memories of her ordeal. Leighton wasted no time in ensuring that Y/n's transition back to normalcy would be as smooth as possible.
Bringing Y/n back to her dorm at Essex, Leighton transformed her room into a sanctuary of comfort and solace. Soft blankets and plush pillows adorned the bed, while soothing music played in the background, creating a sense of tranquillity that seemed to envelop them both.
But despite their best efforts, the spectre of Y/n's night terrors lingered, casting a shadow over their newfound sense of peace. Each night, as they lay side by side, Y/n would be consumed by a torrent of nightmares, her cries echoing through the darkness.
Leighton, ever vigilant, would rush to Y/n's side at the first sign of distress, her heart aching with empathy for her suffering friend. She had become adept at navigating the treacherous waters of Y/n's subconscious, soothing her restless spirit with gentle words and tender touches.
But one fateful night, the nightmares reached a crescendo of terror, sending Y/n thrashing and writhing beneath the sheets, trapped in a prison of her own making. Leighton, awakened by the muffled sounds of Y/n's distress, sprang into action, racing to her side with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation.
With trembling hands, Leighton attempted to rouse Y/n from her torment, calling out her name in a voice laced with concern. But Y/n remained trapped in the grip of her nightmares, her features contorted in agony as she struggled against unseen foes.
Unable to bear seeing Y/n suffer, Leighton gathered her friend in her arms, holding her close as if to shield her from the horrors that threatened to consume her. Miraculously, as Leighton enveloped her in a warm embrace, Y/n's trembling subsided, her breathing slowing to a steady rhythm of calm and slowly after soft breathing came out of her mouth.
As they lay entwined in each other's embrace, Leighton felt a sense of peace wash over her, a silent reassurance that she was exactly where she was meant to be. And in that moment, as the weight of the world faded into oblivion, Leighton knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always be there to comfort and protect Y/n, her steadfast guardian in a world fraught with uncertainty.
Later, Leighton's roommates stumbled upon the scene, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of their usually carefree friend wrapped in a tender embrace with Y/n. But instead of intruding on the intimate moment, they silently cleaned up the room, tucking them in with a quiet reverence before retreating to their beds, leaving Leighton and Y/n to bask in the warmth of their shared sanctuary.
