[]PS: I see Chapter 61: Cautious Heart, has half the reads Chapter 62: Shifting Melodies and Shadows, has so I'm just reminding everyone there's a chapter before Chapter 62: Shifting Melodies and Shadows, so maybe have a look and see if you've read Chapter 61: Cautious Heart.
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The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the television screen, a quiet warmth settled between both women as they lounged on Taylor's bed. The movie played in the background, but neither of them was paying much attention. Taylor was lost in the soothing repetition of running her fingers through silky dark hair, while Quincy, lying with her head resting on the blonde's lap, was being lulled to sleep by the gentle touch.
Taylor's gaze shifted from the screen to Quincy's freckled face, soft and peaceful in her sleep. She smiled to herself, feeling a familiar warmth bloom in her chest. She had grown to love these peaceful moments with the brunette, enjoying the rare times when they could just be together, without the weight of the world pressing down on them. Her fingers continued to trace lazy patterns through dark hair as she focused on the movie.
Her hand continued to move slowly through silky hair, untangling the weeks stress with each gentle stroke. But then, she felt it-Quincy's body flinched under her hand. Taylor froze, her fingers still for a moment, watching carefully. When the brunette didn't move again, she sighed in relief, assuming it was just a brief dream. She resumed watching the screen, her hand slowly returning to its gentle rhythm through soft and silky hair.
A few moments later, the brunette's muscular body stiffened again, this time more violently. Taylor could feel the tension running through Quincy's muscles. Her body began to shake, small tremors at first, growing more intense spreading through her entire body. Taylor's heart leapt into her throat as she watched the woman she cared about deeply tremble in her sleep.
Concern furrowed the Taylor's brow as she paused the movie and leaned down, worry creeping into her voice. "Quincy?" she whispered softly, her hand moving to a sturdy shoulder. "Quincy, sweetie, wake up."
She didn't stir. Her body continued to shake, her face twisted into a grimace, beads of sweat forming on her brow as the dream took hold of her mind, pulling her into a place she didn't want to be.
"Quincy," the blonde repeated, her heart pounding as she started shaking Quincy's shoulder.
In the dream, she was back in that void-cold and empty. The bright light was gone now, leaving her stranded in darkness. She felt the pain again, sharp and searing, as though she were being ripped from life itself. She clutched her chest, gasping for air that wouldn't come. Her heartbeat was erratic, the flatline sound from the med bay echoing in her ears. The pain of the doctors' desperate attempts to revive her surged through her body as if she was still there, trapped between life and death.
Taylor shook her harder, panic rising in her chest. "Quincy," She spoke louder, "Wake up! Please!"
Quincy's snapped open as she jolted awake, her body snapping upright as she gripped her chest, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. She gripped the fabric of her shirt, her face pale and contorted in pain. A pain that lingered, as if the paddles had just been pressed to her skin. She struggled to pull in air, the weight on her chest suffocating her. Her heart raced, the panic gripping her as she clawed at her shirt, trying to breathe.
Taylor sat up quickly, moving closer to Quincy, her hand rubbing slow circles on her back. "Shh... breathe, sweetie, just breathe," she murmured soothingly, her voice low and steady despite the fear tightening her throat. "You're okay."
The soldier couldn't focus on anything but the pain. Her chest burned, the residual pain of the doctors' attempts to revive her lingering in her body. She struggled to breathe, her lungs refusing to fill properly, the sensation so vivid it was as if she were back on that medical table, teetering on the edge of life and death. The pain was suffocating, wrapping around her like a vice. Her fingers trembled as she clutched at the fabric of her shirt, taping her fist against her chest.
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Guarding Her Heart | t.swift
Fanfiction[]Author Note, this book is being edited; - Chapter marked with ☑️ is being edited - Chapters marked with ✒️ are finished with editing[] ||''No one's ever had me, not like you''|| Quincy was no stranger to pain, love, loss, and death. And she was...
