The Poison in her Veins

Unsettling Nightmares

I can't get out of this room and the walls are closing in fast. My lungs are restricting as Harry's hand wraps tightly around my throat. He drags the knive through my bad and I can feel the blood seeping down to my legs. My voice won't work and I find myself  unable to scream as Harry evilly smiles down at me. In an instant I see Harry lifting the knife and plunging it into my back and I am helpless as everything fades to black.

Bolting up in my bed, I try to calm down my breathing as sweat beads down my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks. Feeling the bile rise to my throat I jump out of bed and race to the bathroom while stubbing my toe on the corner of Oliver's bed and falling, forcing me to crawl the rest of the way to the toilet. I barely make it as I start to puke up nothing due to my lack of eating. Faintly, I can feel someone behind me, holding my hair back and rubbing calming, small circles just below my neck. 

15 minutes later all my energy is spent and I can barely get up. I faintly hear the shower water turn on. Not long after, strong arms carry me in the pounding warm water, soaking the both of us. I feel the nightmare wash away with the water and the icky feeling of throwing up, go away. Looking up I am met with blue orbs staring intently at me. I hold Oliver's stare, and a soft look crosses over his features and I know he wants to ask me what is happening, but won't right now. I snuggle further into his arms, to tired to care if he sees me weak like this right now. After several minutes of silence and me about to pass out again, the water turns off. The hot, pounding water is gone and soon enough I feel the tips of finger near the bottom of my shirt, asking permission to change. I faintly nod, just wanting to get back in bed. The chilly air hits my upper body full force and I am shivering, wanting those arms to wrap around me, and comfort me again. A large cotton t-shirt is placed over my head and the arm sleeves reach my elbows. It must be another one of Oliver's shirts. By the end of just this week he's not going to have aything else to wear with me taking all of his shirts like this. 

My shorts slip off as I balance myself using Oliver's shoulder as he carefully dries my legs. I blush with how close we are and for a moment we are caught in a trance as Oliver looks up. Quickly clearing his throat, the moment is lost and he throws the towel to the side. His shirt reaches my knees and I am picked up again, and brought to our bed. I feel my body being pressed against his warm chest. He must have gotten rid of his shirt and given it to me. Instead of sleeping on the other side of the bed like before though, as I am placed down I feel those strong arms stay around me, drawing small circles on my back, not leaving before I fall into a dreamless slumber.