((The clinic was dark. Havardr was lying in his bed, sleeping deeply for once. Logre was at his bedside, not asleep, but wide awake, watching over the other man in his rest. He could see that, despite his deep sleep, Havardr’s expression was pained, and he was tossing and turning in bed. But at the same time, Logre didn’t want to wake him... Havardr began mumbling in his sleep. It went from barely intelligible mumbles to quiet fragments of sentences.))
I’m sorry... I’m sorry... Please, I didn’t mean... No, no... I...
...Havardr?
((Logre moves to grab Havardr’s hand, but Havardr turns again, away from him, his hand hidden now.))
I can’t get up... ((He begins coughing, though with no blood this time, but still deep and rattling in his chest.)) I can’t get up... Please, I’m... Can’t...
I didn’t...mean...
Hey, it’s just a dream!
((Logre stands up and goes to shake Havardr awake.))
I’m so sorry, please, you can’t...!! ((His voice rises to a crescendo until petering out entirely.))
((His eyes fly open and he shoots up in the bed, gasping for air. Logre kneels down beside him, and puts one hand on his back and grabs Havardr’s close hand with his other hand.))
Havardr, are you alright? Was it...that dream again?
((Havardr is shaken into silence; all he can do is nod before he breaks down into tears. He clings to Logre like a life preserver, sobbing openly into his shoulder, and Logre holds him close. He knows...exactly what Havardr saw in his dreams. The fire, the snow... And must have heard their screams. All he can do is hold him close and stay silent, let him feel the things he’s tried shutting out for so long.
And so he does.))
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(( @gatheringofguardians ))
