The night was surprisingly calm, my sleeping mind not conjuring any old memories to torment me with. No mixes of memories best forgotten and hyperactive imagination blending together to create traumatic nightmarish fever dreams. In fact nothing at all from the night stuck with me, which might be why when I woke up in an unfamiliar area, with a large muscular man behind me holding me against himself. My immediate reactions was to slam my feet against the wall pushing his body right off the bed with my back. It clearly wasn't Geralt's first time waking up falling as before he was off the mattress, he'd grabbed my arm dragging me down with him and the second we hit the floor he'd rolled us over so his body was looming over my own and he pinned my wrists down to the floor both of us breathing hard.
He had of course recognized me right away and relaxed, leaning his forehead against mine letting out a soft chuckle. Normally by now I would have calmed down but, with horrid past encounters to blame, the only things my brain registered were: I was pinned to the floor, trapped under a large man, who was resting his body way too close to mine for comfort.
My body reacted faster than Geralt could recognize that I wasn't myself at the moment and my knee came flying up between his legs which were opened to keep my legs under his body. Geralt quickly recognized the impeding dangers his... jewels were in. He closed his legs together trapping my leg between his muscular thighs. This made me feel claustrophobic, trapped, like I was about to suffocate. I squirmed and thrashed trying to get out of his grip tears falling down my face. Geralt relinquished his grip recognizing that I was panicking, he quickly rolled away from me avoiding getting a kick to the gut or punch to the throat.
"Hey," he said calmly but firmly trying to pull me out of my manic. I just curled up into a ball leaning against the bed hugging my legs close to my body and continued to sniffle quietly my face buried between my knees.
I could hear him shuffling closer, my whole body tensed as my body shook in fear. "It's Geralt, remember, your'e safe" a deep voice spoke, I was in too deep to make out his words. "I don't want to hurt you." he continued in a soft voice.
I could register the tone of his voice, I could tell he was trying to be gentle. I took deep breaths trying to steady my breathing. I looked up to face Geralt my face probably puffy and red from crying, I sniffled and swallowed hard. He was on his knees right in front of me, looking at me eyes full of pity which usually would have pissed me off, but after the attack, I was glad just to reach out and throw my arms around him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He breathed out a deep sigh before slowly wrapping his arms gently around my torso as if afraid to break me.
I took a few shaky breaths now clinging to the Witcher like a koala. He moved one hand to run his fingers through my hair, and rubbed his other thumb against my back in soothing circles. "I'm sorry-I'm -hic- I'm s-so sorry." I whimpered softly eyes squeezed shut.
"Hey," he whispered pulling my face into his hands and holding it up in front of his. "You do not need to apologize." he stated looking me in the eyes. "You understand?" he asked, letting one hand fall away from my face.
I nodded, barely, but it was enough confirmation for him. I could see all the questions he wanted to ask, in his eyes, and the tension in his shoulders. So I looked away, not wanting to have to talk about my episode. He seemed to understand that I wasn't ready to talk about it as he just hoisted up to my feet as he stood up himself, "We need to get you something to wear," he muttered. "Your clothes are ruined and as much as I appreciate you drowning in my shirt, I don't need anyone else seeing you like this."
