Night Terrors || Marian and Jim
It had gotten to that stage again. Jim was positively out on his feet, exhausted beyond belief. This would happen every so often, considering he didn’t sleep much normally. A couple of hours a night was as much as he’d ever needed, but every now and then it would catch up with him. All day he’d been completely out of it, his head all over the place. But he couldn’t sleep. Not yet, at least. The past week had been horrific for him. It seemed just about everything that could possibly trigger him had been thrown in his path in the past few days, every little scene, situation, scream or even a mindset of some doctor, had been niggling away at his head. He’d never admit it, but he was scared of what he’d see once he closed his eyes. Jim hadn’t gotten any sleep in the past three days, he’d been forcing himself awake, but now he seemed at the end of his tether.
It wasn’t long before Marian came round, saw the dire state he was in and ordered him to bed. He gave weak retorts, claiming he was fine, he could rest the next day, that there was stuff to be done but she all but dragged him to the bedroom, shutting him in there. In he end he gave up, sprawling out over the bed, still wearing his jeans and t shirt. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, practically comatose. He didn’t even notice anyone coming in.
