milliways_bar: Nightmares

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence woke, as he often did, in a cold sweat. He whipped off the sheets which bound him down and sat straight up, smoothing damp hair away from his eyes in the darkness of the room. He'd had this nightmare before, many times over. That never seemed to stop it from coming back just as strong each time.

The desert. That was where his mind

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[not_one_drop]

Mal, waking, slowly at first, puts her hand instinctivly on his back.

"...Lawrence?"

[almost_arabian]

And he jumps. Largely because he was expecting to be alone.

He'd forgotten about Mal, in all honesty. He opens his mouth to speak, but only ends up taking another exhale of breath.

[not_one_drop]

"...shit."

She sighs, rubbing one cool hand over his neck. "Just breathe, hun. It's okay. It's going to fine. Just breathe."

[almost_arabian]

Cold. Cold was good.

He sighed, pressing into it and closing his eyes. He rubs his hand over his face again.