Terrors in Subnautica(Complete)

Part 27: Post Traumattic Night

Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter seems a little slow, I just really felt we needed a little down time with the situation.

Felix's POV

"Wake up! Seán wake up!" I shout, attempting to hold him still.

He suddenly opens his eyes and bolts upright, still struggling to catch his breath and calm down. This is the third time he's had a really bad nightmare in a row, and the third time I've had to wake him. I thought getting rest would help him, but he only seems even more exhausted as his body sags against the bed frame.

"Same one?"

"yeah." He breathed.

Considering what just happened I'm not shocked he's having nightmares about N/N dying. Considering what I keep hearing I think everyone is having nightmares, which is part of why I haven't tried yet.

"Has anything happened?" He asked groggily.

"Her heart rate spiked for a minute, but so did her brain monitor thing so I think she was dreaming."

"I'm surprised she isn't just completely out of it."

"Yeah, me too. Did she ever talk to you about what that weird power state does to a person?"

He sighed heavily, dropping his legs over the bedside. His eyes never leave her when he's awake.

"No, I know as much as you do. We didn't exactly have all the time in the world when she got home," His voice broke," She just came back to us Felix, I can't.. I can't do this."

I gently squeeze his shoulder while he quietly starts to cry, trying my best not to let my own tears take over like they did during his first nap. I wish there were something I could do to help him feel better, to help her get better faster but I'm just as helpless as the rest of the group. The only person that can do anything for her already did, now all we can do is wait and be there for each other.

A few minutes later he calms himself down and thanks me for the comfort; I remind him this is as much a comfort to me as it is to him. It takes a while to convince him to leave her with me, but I manage to get him to go to the restroom and clean up a little. At least getting all of that blood off should help some, or at least that's what I'm hoping for.

Marzia comes up to me and kisses my cheek before sitting down. Her eyes are still red and puffy from crying. She watches N/N with a solemn expression and exhaustion covering her features.

"Do you think she'll wake up?"

"I don't know."

She sighs heavily, wiping away a stray tear from her eye.

"I can't believe Tessa's dead." She whispers.

"Me neither," I take her hand,"I may not have liked her but she was still a person. She was still with us this whole time."

"Beth is absolutely torn apart, they've been friends since they were kids. I've been sitting with her for a few hours, and we've been trying to comfort each other."

"Is she gonna be okay alone?"

"Sam is with her now, so she's not alone. She was finally getting to sleep when I left."

"That's good at least. Do you need me to come to bed?"

"If you could, it would help a lot." She smiled weakly.

"Okay, go on back to bed and I'll be in as soon as Seán comes back."

"He must be having an awful time, what with being to late to save Tessa and everything that happened with N/N afterwards."

"He's definitely struggling, but he did get little bits of sleep. Though I doubt he'll get anymore tonight."

She nods slightly as she gets back to her feet, giving me a tight hug. She gently squeezed N/N's hand before heading back to our room. I don't know what we're going to do, everything feels so wrong and terrifying. Just the thought of going back out scares me, but we're going to have to if we want to eat and survive.

Seán came back up the ladder looking much cleaner and a little more relaxed. I stood up and offered him a hug, that he gratefully accepted before going back to sit down.

"Marzia wants me to go lie down with her, are you gonna be alright out here?"

"I'll be fine, go take care of your self and your wifey." He chuckled.

"Alright, man. I'll see you in the morning."

He suddenly jerks to the side, looking around frantically. What the hell?

"Inuchat?" He asks somewhat loudly.

"What the fuck is an 'Inuchat'?" I ask.

His attention turns to the windows and locks on something. I follow his eyes and see a dozen of those cuttlefish things just swimming in place, looking in at us. He walks over to the window and sits beside where they are, looking mildly worried and confused.

"We can still talk to each other? I thought when N/N stopped holding us together the connection would disappear."

Okay now I'm totally lost.

"Seán, what are you doing?"

"This is Inuchat," he points to the center one," And it's family. They helped N/N get back home."

"And you.. can you talk to them?"

"N/N connected us so we can talk the way she does to everything else. I guess whatever she did left a lasting connection."

"That's.. actually really cool. What are they saying?"

"They wanted to know what happened, and if N/N is okay." He sighed," They're worried too. Heh, they also wanna know who you are."

I wave at the little group of fish and they all wave one of their tentacle things at me, they look like they're smiling.

"Well, they think you're friendly." He smiled,"I might go out to see them when the suns up."

"Because, you don't wanna leave her alone?"

"Yeah," He waved back at the cuttlefish," You should get back to Marzia."

"Alright, night Seán."

"Night, Felix."

~N/N's POV~

I wish he could see me sitting in front of him, but 99% of non-mutants can't see pure souls. And 99% of non-mutants aren't able to move their souls around when the body is comatose. I can't walk more than a few feet from my body since I'm still alive, but it's not like I could really do anything anyways so that's not a big deal.

He's been here with me all night, barely getting any sleep. A couple of times I managed to calm him down so Felix wouldn't have to wake him up, but I could only do so much.

We're sitting by the window and he's talking to Inuchat and it's family about what happened and my current stability. It's good to see him smile a little, not completely occupied by the situation. I'm glad I let the link stick.

I remember the first time I got to someone to late, the first time I had to pronounce someone dead. The first time I was pumped full of Adrenalin just trying to save someone that I was told to give up on who by some miracle became stable. It's heartbreaking, exhausting, terrifying, and it leaves you constantly on edge all the time. Fearful and grief stricken all the time, I'm glad he's able to stop and be calm for a moment.

I just hope my body will let me settle in sooner rather than later, so I can finally wake up.