Winters Frost - Bucky Barnes

26 - Night Terrors And Songs

Sams P.O.V:

7am.

Thats when it happened. 

The sound of grunting and thumps woke me to a start; like someone was moving around, thrashing even. I stared at the ceiling, hoping it would cease so I could go back to my slumber.

It didn't. It sounded faster, rougher. More intense. I could hear the materials rubbing against each other from my room, my curiosity getting the better of me. 

Throwing the sheets off my body; making my way to Maddie's room, just across the hall. Her hair was a mess, the sheets strewn around her like a burrito. 

She started to stir, moving her legs against each other. Well, she couldn't make that much noise from simply moving her legs. It continued to get more violent, my anxiety increasing as did the sound. 

I poked her body, it limply moving at the force. "Maddie." I hiss, poking her shoulder once more. "Mph." Her eyes peeled open slowly. 

I heard something thump again, like a kick drum in a drum set. I heard it again... and again, and again. "Theres something wrong." My eyebrows crease in concern, flashing my eyes a burnt orange. They glowed in the dark room.

She shoots up, her forehead colliding with mine. "Ouch." I rub my head subconsciously, Maddie mimicking my movements. She hisses in pain, moving her legs from underneath my body weight. 

"Lets go see what tickles your fancy." She speaks, pulling me along beside her. She picks up the metal baseball bat, it clinking as she pulls above her head. 

I peek around Maddie, seeing the couch moving violently. She stops in her tracks, sending me a glance. I shrug my shoulders and move around her. She follows behind me, the bat raised high.

The mop of rugs was mantled across the floor, the pillows now nowhere near his head. His body was coated in sweat, his brown locks sticking to his forehead as he thrashed around in his sleep.

His arms and legs were moving quickly, making precise hits in his night terror. It was still getting violent, escalating to the point where he was grunting, heaving in deep breaths of air.

He started talking, mumbling and letting out strangled screams. My eyes went back to their hazel, too caught in the moment to worry about them. 

His movements were becoming filled with more rage, jagged. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he thumped off the couch, now flailing about on the old carpet. 

The fluffy rug starts to tangle around his body, causing him to scream like he was being restrained. "Get off me! Leave her alone!" 

Maddie stands to the side, her eyes wild and in a fighting stance with the metal bat ready to strike. "I'll fucking hit him, Sam, I'll fucking do it." She started bouncing on the balls of her feet, being more excited about hitting the man than helping him.

"What, no! Just wait there until I need you." I rush over to him, being able to see his face clearer. He was in pain. "Bucky!" 

I move closer to him, sliding on my knees and putting my hands on his chest. His eyes were screwed shut, his nose scrunched up. His arms slapped against the floor, hearing it crack slightly from all his strength.

I grab his arms, restraining his movement. He starts to get more aggressive, fighting against me. I tried to contain his fast strikes, his legs kicking to my side. I felt it collide, my body leaning away from the limbs.

"Sam..." Maddie warns, inching closer. I hold my hand out, stopping her in her tracks. "Just a little longer!" I breathe out as I basically wrestle a 99 year old man. The joys of babysitting.