Ray had been reading to Samara. He was never sure if she liked it all that much, but she seemed to humor him either way. Not fifteen minutes later and Charlotte's Web had (silently) been replaced by Catch-22, 'cause Samara'd fallen asleep on the couch.
The screaming startled Ray from Heller's prose, and he looked down, a hand falling to Samara's shoulder to still her and comfort her all at once. "Samara? Anna's not here, sweetie..."
Samara woke with a start and shoved herself away from his hand with surprising strength. "No!" she gasped, and off the couch, she skittered backwards until she'd hit the wall. Finally seeming to wake all the way up, she opened and closed her eyes, and found that her hands were clawing at the wall, at the couch next to her.
"Samara," Ray said firmly, trying to snap her out of whatever she was caught in. The book was abandoned as he quickly went over to her, dropping to a crouch. He grabbed up her hands to stop them.
"Samara," he repeated, still firm, but gentle too. "You're okay, you're safe."
After a couple seconds of her eyes darting around wildly, Samara came back into the world fully. "Ray? Ray, what's going on?" He was holding her hands, and Samara realized she must have fallen asleep. Must have been dreaming again.
It hadn't escaped Klaus' notice that Samara had been sleeping poorly in general. The scream startled him, however, and the book he'd been reading dropped to the floor of the treehouse with a thunk as he lept up and ran, feet pounding loud across the floorboards.
"Samara!" he cried, bursting into her room to find her thrashing in her bed.
"Anna!" she screamed again, her hands reaching out blindly. "Anna, Anna..." Her mother's name, her friend's name, but not, Anna was not her mother, her friend was not Anna. The baby kept crying.
Her fingers hooked into claws, grasping at brick that was no longer there.
"Samara!" Klaus yelled again, by her bedside in an instant and grabbing hold of her flailing arms. "Samara, stop! STOP!" He shook her, and while he was trying to not be too rough about it, he was frightened. "WAKE UP! It's Klaus, wake up, wake up!"
Her breath caught, and her eyes opened. They took a second or two to focus, and then she was mostly back to herself. "Klaus?" Her throat hurt, and she must have snagged her fingernail on something. It was bleeding.
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The screaming startled Ray from Heller's prose, and he looked down, a hand falling to Samara's shoulder to still her and comfort her all at once. "Samara? Anna's not here, sweetie..."
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"Samara," he repeated, still firm, but gentle too. "You're okay, you're safe."
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"Samara!" he cried, bursting into her room to find her thrashing in her bed.
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Her fingers hooked into claws, grasping at brick that was no longer there.
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Shaking, she leaned into him.
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