Sep 21, 2017
Ezra wakes up gasping for air. He sits up panicked hands reaching for his stomach and rolling up the shirt, searching for blood and only being met with deep purple bruises from a boot. It takes a few seconds for him to calm down, breathes difficult as the tenderness from his injuries as his both doubling over and wanting to take any and all pressure off himself. An impossible feat to pull off in the end.
Only after this panic does reality truly sink in. He slept too well and the dreams had flooded in. That’s all it was a bad dream... The part that he only realizes moments later is he’s been seen. He’s not in his home, having this panic in private. He looks over to them, still catching his breath, “Sorry, it was -- sorry you saw that.”
