Finding a Twin

Chapter 35 : Needing Riker

Chapter 35

Later...

Riker POV

I've come to accept that I'm not getting any sleep tonight. And obviously, neither is Jeff.

"Jeff."

"No..."

"I need to use the bathroom."

"No!" He whined, hanging on tighter.

"Yes."

"Riker," he whimpered, threatening to cry.

"If I take you with me, will you please not cry?"

"Ok..."

I picked him up, and brought him to the bathroom. I put him down in the shower, and closed the shower curtain.

I quickly did my business, and then washed my hands. I opened the shower curtain.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" I asked.

"Yeah..."

"Ok. Go. I'll be in the shower."

I waited for Jeff to finish up. I stood next to him at the sink, and I looked at him in the mirror.

"You look exhausted," I said, yawning.

"It's tiring to be scared..."

"Ok, well I'm hungry, so..."

Jeff climbed onto my back, not even making me ask the question. I carried him downstairs, and I grabbed both of us a bottle of Gatorade and some crackers. I carried him back upstairs. He crawled back into my lap like we'd never even moved.

I got him to eat a few crackers, but then he started complaining that his stomach hurt, which was probably from his nerves and anxiety, so I didn't push him to eat more. I was hungry though.

The Gatorade was helping keep me awake, and so was the lamp. Jeff wouldn't let me shut it off for anything.

I noticed Jeff's body relax a lot. I looked down, and his eyes were closed.

"Jeff?" I asked, quietly.

Nothing. Thank god. Now I can finally sleep.

I shut the light off, and laid down a little, trying not to disturb Jeff, who was completely on top of me. And I fell asleep quickly.

Later...

Riker POV

I woke up to Jeff screaming my name, and thrashing around pretty violently. I remembered I shut off the light, so I quickly reached over, and turned it back on. I was only half awake, and my brain wasn't ready to handle Jeff again yet.

"Hey, hey, hey. Stop," I said, wrapping my arms around him, trying to restrain him.

He fought against me, and tried to break out of my arms.

"Jeff, stop. Come on."

I held onto him tighter. I felt him getting weaker and weaker until he just stopped completely, and went limp in my arms.

"Jeff."

"P-please m-make it s-stop..."

"Make what stop?"

"T-the voices. And f-flashbacks. T-the hurt and p-panic attacks!"

I pulled him down on the pillow. I laid down next to him, and kept my arms firmly around him.