Locked to Adam

[thedescent_into]

In the night, in the dark, Sarah is back in her cave. Blood on her hands and screaming in her ears. It isn't Beth's blood. Isn't her own. In the dark, she rubs her palms furiously across her pant legs, wanting the blood off her hands without knowing why. In the night, in her dreams, Jessica is only a skeleton, and Paul is nothing but a memory. She'

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[beentodamascus]

Some nights, it feels like he barely sleeps. He settles when she settles. SHe slams awake and he's just behind her. It's a life skill, a job skill, that he can open his eyes and be utterly awake.

He reaches for her with both hands.

"Hey," he says, gently. "Hey. I'm here."

[thedescent_into]

At first, all she can do is breathe, a harsh, anguished moan of a sound working its way up from deep in her throat as she sat there clutching the sheets to her chest.

"Adam," she croaked, pushing a hand through her sweaty hair and swallowing down a surge of nauseousness.

[beentodamascus]

He rubs his hand against the bare curve of her back, his other arm wrapped tight around her. He leans in, warm skin of his bare chest against her arm.

"It's okay," he murmurs. "Just a dream, Sarah."

[thedescent_into]

She's stiff in his arms at first. Eyes wide and staring at the blanket, seeing something that's not there. Blood on her hands and all that dark.

"Oh God," she breathes, an arm curling protectively around the swell of her belly, and it doesn't seem to matter that it was only a dream. Reality could always be so much worse.