Phil's POV
A noise. Coming from the next room. I rolled over to listen closer.
"Phil!!! PHIL OH MY GOD!!! PHIL THEY'RE COMING!!! PHIL!!!"
Dan.
I threw back the covers and nearly avoided banging into my dresser in the darkness. Stumbling across the hallway, I threw open his bedroom door.
He was still asleep. But he was twisted and writhing in a tangle of sheets, shrieking my name and kicking at the air.
"Dan?!?!"
I ran over to his bedside.
"Wake up!!! Wake UP PLEASE!!!"
I leaned over him and began to cry over his twisting figure.
"Dan!!! Baby please!!! WAKE UP!!!"
His eyes shot open.
He was blinking violently and attempting to escape the tangle of sheets he was enveloped in.
I held his shoulders down to the bed.
"Dan. Dan, shhhh... It's okay. Look at me. Dan, look at me. It's okay. I'm here. It's okay."
Eventually he stopped struggling. He just looked up at me.
"Phil...?"
"Yes. I'm here."
He choked a bit before grabbing me and pulling me down on top of him.
"You're okay... They're not here anymore! They're gone!"
He said, gripping my shoulders and clinging tightly to me.
"I'm okay... No ones here... Sh..."
He held me like that for a few minutes before pulling away and looking at me calmly.
"What's happening to me, Phillip?"
"Nothing, love, you're alright. C'mon. Lets go to my room so we can cuddle up and get some rest."
He sighed before standing up shakily.
I put an arm on his shoulder to try and help him walk across the hall to my room.
He pulled back the covers and fell next to me.
"Do you want to talk in the morning?"
He looked at me and nodded, his face completely blank.
I pulled him into me and stroked his hair until his breathing got slower and steadier.
What... The bloody hell was that. I mean, one awful nightmare wasn't too uncommon, really. It had been scary, but it was over quickly. But... Again...? And so much worse this time... I could hardly snap him out of his episode this time. I would have to contact someone tomorrow who could possibly help me. A therapist maybe. Dan needed help. I hated to see him in pain. Besides... After some thought... It would be best to let him know how I feel about him sooner rather than later... And I couldn't do that while he was in this condition. My poor baby.
My poor little danosaur.
