All I Want Is You (A McPriceley Fanfic)

Part 3

LATER THAT MORNING

(Kevin's POV)

I woke up, feeling way more happy than I've been in a long time. I check the time and realized I slept in, remembering what happened last night.

I slowly stood up and stretched. Not bothering to put on my normal clothes, I walk into the living room in my sleeping wear. All the other Elders appear to have done the same.

Suddenly, Elder Cunningham bounds towards me, smiling as bright as possible. "Hey companion! Did you sleep well? I decided to let you sleep in since we don't necessarily have to follow all of the Book of Mormon's rules anymore."

"Yeah I slept good." I look around at the Elders. No sign of Elder McKinley. "Uh, hey Elder, have you seen Elder McKinley this morning?" I curiously ask.

"No, I haven't seen him this morning. He might still be asleep. How come?" Elder Cunningham asks, completely innocently.

"Oh, okay. No reason in particular." I respond, 100% distracted before I walk into Elder McKinley's room.

I see McKinley, still asleep in his bed. I can't help but smile at him, hugging his pillow and curled into a little ball and.... wait.

Suddenly, I'm not smiling anymore.

I walk over to his bed, sitting on the edge of it. He's violently shaking, laying in a pool of sweat that's also matting his hair to his forehead. He appears to be sobbing harder than he was last night. The sight broke my heart.

"Elder McKinley. Elder McKinley, wake up!" I exclaim, slightly shaking his shoulders. He doesn't budge. I start to panic.

"McKinley! Please, wake up, it's okay. It's just another hell dream!" I start to stress out and freak out when Elder McKinley hugs his pillow as tight as he can, sobbing into it violently, and I can hear muffled screams and cries.

I grab his hand and tightly hold onto it, using my other hand to place on his shoulder. I have to wait for him to wake up.

I sit there. Not budging from my spot, biting my lip to try and hold back my tears from seeing Elder McKinley as upset as he is right now.

Suddenly, McKinley eyes snap open and he quickly sits up, gasping for air in between his sobs. He looks down at his hand, and realized someone's holding it. He shows no sign of letting go, even if he was surprised that someone he may or may not know was holding his hand. He follows my arm up to my face and just falls into my arms, crying into my chest. I hug him really tight and I don't plan on letting him go anytime soon.

We stay like this for a while. Elder McKinley, curled up in a ball, crying into my chest while I hug him tightly, gently rubbing his back for comfort. I rested my chin on the top of his head. He finally looks up at me.

"W-w-why are you h-here? U-usually nobody co-comforts me after h-h-hell dreams..." McKinley stutters. He's clearly more comfortable and more emotional to know someone's here for him.... maybe even.... to know I'M here for him....

"Well I hope that makes me the first. I know hell dreams can be awful, and I wish there was more I could help with. Do you want to talk about it? Maybe telling someone else will help you feel better." I reply slowly, thinking carefully about what I say and how I word it.

Elder McKinley cries into my chest again and finally sniffs and wipes his eyes. He sits up and just nods.

"Okay. What happened?" I ask, really worried that I might have caused his hell dream.

"W-well.... you see.... a-and you can't make f-fun of me for this..." McKinley stutters, looking at me quickly, noticing my nod. He averts his glare and stares straight down. "Okay so.... y-.... youwereinmyhelldream!" Elder McKinley quickly says, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"Okay. Of course I'm not going to make fun of you for that, nobody gets to choose who's in their hell dreams. I mean, you were in my hell dream when I first came to Uganda..." Oh my god. I wasn't planning on telling him that.... especially not at a time like this....

"R-really? Oh.... uhm anyway..." McKinley trails off for a moment, partially flustered by.... his hell dream!! Yeah, that's it. definitely not what I just said. He immediately collects his thoughts and continues. "Well...
y-you were in my hell dream and... you were
v-very.... flirtatious.... a-and you were very
t-touchy... with me.... and.... w-well.... we were both leaning in together.... before....
b-before...." McKinley stutters off before starting to cry again, hugging me tight. I hug him back, my face turning a deep red considering what I was doing in McKinley's dream. He looked directly at me now.

"Before.... pushing me away.... shoving me away.... a-and hitting me.... and sending demons to attack me... A-and then I realized, they weren't attacking me, just h-holding me in place, to.... to FORCE me.... to watch you get
b-b-beaten senseless until.... until.... th-they killed you...." McKinley yet again broke off into tears and hugged me as tight as he could. I hugged him back. Then suddenly, without thinking, I pulled back and grabbed his hands.

He looked into my eyes, still releasing tears.

"Elder McKinley. Look at me. I would never do anything to hurt you, never. And that was just a dream, it never happened and it never will. I'm okay, and so are you. I need you to understand this." I explain as I squeeze his hands for comfort. He looks up at me, almost.... pleading.