Eduardo x Jon Story

Nightmares

This is really short....sorry. mild gore. I warned you...N'stuff...

...I'm tired.....but I can't sleep.
Hope you guys enjoy my small piece of crap writing that I'll most likely edit tomarrow.
Good night~❤

Jon awoke to a bright light blaring down on him, wincing his eyes as silhouettes danced about around him.
There was a familiar stick of a needle into his arm. He could feel the injection fill his veins with the burning chemical he remembered well.
He choked out a breath when it spread throughout his body. Suffocating his cells and torturing him from the inside.
It was then the doctor had come into view, he was holding a scalpel, which he'd brought down to the lateral side of his torso.

"....Please don't..." Jon rasped. His throat felt constricted and his mouth was like dry cotton, disabling him from speech.
He was exhausted, mind fraying from all the inhuman things done to him.
It would never be over.

The doctor smiled, "don't worry, it will only take a moment. We're just gonna pump you up with adrenaline to keep you alive and see if your organs regrow."
Jon raked his nails over the straps that held down his wrists. It was in vain, the material was to thick to rip.

"Let's start with something you can do without..." The doctor purred sadistically, raising his scalpel and putting it away to grab the bone saw.
Jon knew the tool well.
It was to break his rib cage.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
He screamed, but it fell deaf to the sound of the bonesaw switching on.
Pale skin became mutilated in seconds and bones cracked and snapped apart in minutes.
Blood spewed everywhere, as if something had exploded inside of him.
The pain was unbearable and there was nothing he could do.
He grew colder and colder as his own blood leaked sputter out of him from cut arteries.

He watched as the doctor took out his gall bladder and appendix. Blood gushing from the severed organs as it was brought over his face.
"Aren't your organs healthy, hmm?"

He'd screamed out for anyone to help him. To save him, but there was no one to listen.

Jon jerked awake, heaving in heavy breaths and trying to calm himself. He was cold and sweaty. His anxiety had hit the roof and his cool facade had broken.
The soldier patted at his ribcage and stomach to find everything intact.
That didn't keep him from running to the bathroom and vomiting directly into the toilet though.

Afterward, Jon stumbled back to the bedroom where he, after much thought crawled into bed next to his abductee.
He just couldn't handle another nightmare and he craved company to distract him from his thoughts.

For a moment, he'd missed Patryk. The man had been one of the only few to accompany him, whether it was wanted or not.

Digressing from the thought, he turned on his side and stared up at the brunette, who was sleeping soundly. Jon envied him for it.

Much later he'd fallen asleep, without a nightmare to fall into, fortunately.