Roadtrip Oneshots

Jandy, Night Terrors

This was a request by jennieN3333, So here ya go! Thanks for the request! xx

This request was also to raise awareness of this specific condition/disorder, because I have been aware that this isn't common knowledge among a majority of people. xxx

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Andy

We were told that this particular disorder normally stopped once people reached adolescence... Then the doctor proceeded to tell us that, unfortunately, about 1% of adults suffer from it.

He told Jack and I this four months ago.

And four months we had been living with this revelation, the boys chipping wherever they could. But the chipping in was the part that played with my head, my consciousness, my heart. Because there wasn't a lot I could do; I couldn't do anything.

Jack suffered from Night Terrors, in which there are some nights where he's scared to fall asleep, he's stressed, he's worried, but I can deal with those nights relatively well. Just climb in bed beside him, hold him, his head on my chest above my heart, waiting for him to pass into peaceful slumber before I even thought about falling asleep myself.

But the nights that messed with me were the nights when, in his sleep, he began to kick and scream. He would sweat profusely, he would be breathing heavily, and whenever I felt for his heartbeat it would be through the roof. If I was able to snap him out of it, or comfort him, this would be easier. But that wasn't the case. With the Night Terrors that my boyfriend suffered from, he couldn't be soothed or comforted, simply because it was dangerous to do so.

Seeing him lying beneath the covers, thrashing around to something I couldn't see, tore at my heartstrings, and reminded me that, ultimately, I was helpless. I couldn't do anything to help him.

***

"Andy?" Jack whispered from the doorway. I snapped my head around at his voice, smiling, but it dropped when I saw his pale complexion.

"Come here Babe." I opened my arms, moving over so he had enough room to get comfortable. His arms gripped my waist with a death grip, laying his head on my chest.

"I'm scared... I'm scared to fall asleep." He whispered and I felt him shake as I pulled him into me, breathing him in.

"There's nothing to be afraid of Jackie, nothing at all." I soothed my boyfriend with quiet words.

"I don't want to wake everyone up again."

I kept my breathing steady, not wanting to alarm my boyfriend in any way. If he saw me get into a state, it would only make him feel worse than he did already.

I remembered that night he was referring to all to clearly, even though it had been the most part of two weeks ago...

***

The sound of Jack's screams pierced my heart like a knife as I shot upright in my bed. I kicked the covers off of me, awake instantly, and sprinted towards the Jacklyn, not even glancing at Mikey. By the time I'd rushed into the room, Jack's legs were already tangled in the covers with tears streaming down his cheeks, mouth open in a silent scream as he took a breath. To my right Brooklyn was upright in his bed not moving, his face drained of any colour in shock.

But I didn't blame him.

I crumpled to knees beside Jack's bed, reaching out a shaking hand to touch him, to soothe him, to make everything better, but I pulled away suddenly as if I'd been burned.