Harry's foot. It was stuck in the wood of the stairs, sinking into them like quicksand. He tried to tug it out, but only succeeded on sinking further into the stairs. He tugged at his foot, beginning to panic. Then the floor around the stairs began moving. The dryads, they'd come back. They were coming to take him away. Make him part of the house. And that you wouldn't let them take him. Grabbing his left hand you stood on the stairs next to him and waited for the inevitable.
Having the dryads crawl over your body was weird, but not as weird as this. Not as weird as actually being trapped in the house's walls. This may even be somewhere near the top of the pyramid of weird. Up there with pepper pot shaped aliens and snake men that chase you halfway across the universe. It was dark and cold. Vibrations constantly snaked up and down your spine. It must be the dryads moving around in the wood, and, by extension, you. If you could have shuddered then you would've. How long 'til the doctor got you, Harry and the rest of Bill's flatmates out of the wood?
Harry'd grabbed my hand and was dragging me around the side of the house. It was falling to bits around us and we needed to get out of there fast. You could see the rest of the flatmates. and the doctor. Your pace increased and as you made it you sank onto the concrete driveway. You could breathe again. Never be trapped like that again.
(Name) sat up, breathing hard. Her heart rate had increased. Clutching the sheets, she tried to ground herself in the room. Dark blue walls, pale blue sheets, wooden dresser with books on it, small lamp. Everything was okay. She wasn't there, would never be again. Because it was gone crumbled into dust. There was no danger of being sucked into the wood.
Harry opened his eyes slightly. As her (e/c) eyes met his she started to shake slightly.
'Harry, the-the dryads.'
He sits up so that he could comfort her properly. (Name) shut her eyes trying to drive the memories away. His hands start to slowly massage her shoulders, he'd be sure to release them if she didn't want to be touched - sometimes only his presence was enough.
'Shhhh. It'll be okay (name). It'll be okay. They won't ever come back. The doctor solved the problem, remember?'
Her breathing and heart rate decrease as he says this.
Maybe they won't ever come back. Maybe I'll be able to get over my fear.
Harry stops, satisfied that you are okay.
'I'm going to go back to sleep now, tell me if you need anything - okay, love?'
(Name) nods feebly. Harry sinks back under the covers, leaving her to cease shaking on her own. Her (e/c) eyes blink and she breathes out. It'll be okay she tells herself.
It'll be okay. Everything will be okay.
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