I awakened with a gasp and sat straight up in the bed.
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I glance at Harley sleeping soundly next to me. I catch my breath and sweep my hand through my hair. I sat on the edge of the bed, my feet touching the floor. I pushed myself up out of the bed, trying to not wake Harley. I make it a few steps to my wheelchair and plop down. I roll out of the room. I needed a stiff drink. Something to kill the vivid imagery of the nightmare that had woke me. I roll over to the liquor as I reach out for the scotch a lamp flicks on and illuminates on Jake sitting slumped in a chair. A drink swirled in his hand.
"'Fraid ya won't find the scotch over there dear brother," he slurred.
I am somewhat surprised to see him drunk. He almost never drinks. I wondered what was on his mind. Obviously something was bothering him if he was sitting alone in the dark drinking. I roll over to where he sat. He reached for the scotch and I raise a glass for him to fill. His hands were so steady, even shitfaced. A true surgeons touch.
"Something troubling you brother?" I ask as I bring the drink to my mouth and quickly slam it all at once.
"Seeeems as if I should be askin you that J," he raises his glass to me with a snort.
"Nightmare," I roll my eyes.
"Wanna talk bout it?" Jake asks me with his shaved brows raise high up on his forehead.
I hold my glass out and he pours me another. I bring it to my mouth, this time sipping it. "I dreamed Harley left me. She took the baby... She went to him. To Jason."
Jake drunkenly chuckled, "Dontcha just loooove how the subconscious prays upon our weaknesses, just when everything seems to be goin our way?"
"That's why I don't sleep much," I nod and get another drink. "Tell me Jake, what has you up at this hour, very drunk obviously, and brooding alone in the dark?" I ask him.
"Oh, I'm not broodin," Jake shakes his head with a sloppy grin.
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"Really? Well I would love if you would be kind enough to regale me with the reason you're drinking, as you normally don't," I point out.
"Well," he brings his drink to his lips and gets a gulp, "I'm reveling in the fear that was on our dear bad little brother's face tonight. I didn't have to utter a single word. All I had to do was let him see me. He was utterly petrified with fear. It was so easy that it's laughable," he huffs.
