Allison doesn’t move when Klaus slips into bed with her, the effects of the painkillers helping her relax enough to at least rest. Even if she has been in bed, and sleeping more than she has ever slept in her life, every time she tries to sleep she’s haunted. By Reginald, by Vanya, by memories that she has suppressed that have made their way forth at full strength.
But, for now she just sleeps. At some point she opens her eyes slightly, still drowsy and her thoughts feeling sluggish, but when she sees Klaus sleeping next to her she just lets herself drift off again. She doesn’t even question it; seeing her brother is so comforting that she doesn’t bother waking up completely, and she lets herself slip back into the comfortable darkness she had been in before.
The stillness doesn’t last for long, though. She dreams of the cabin, the way the whole place rattled. The way the lightbulbs shattered around her.
”I heard a rumor—”
She gasps, her mouth opening to cry out, but nothing comes out. That’s when she realizes she’s not in the cabin anymore. It’s her bedroom ceiling above her. Vanya isn’t here, the room isn’t shaking anymore, and even if in some level she knows it had been a nightmare, a hand still flies to her neck. She fully expects to feel blood, to feel the way it kept slipping through her fingers, but there’s nothing except for the gauze covering the stitches. And, god, she feels so stupid. She feels so stupid for the way she’s shaking, how her heart feels like it’s going to burst out of her chest. How her stomach feels like it swirls uncomfortably, and she closes her eyes as if willing it all to stop.
cw: nightmares/blood
But, for now she just sleeps. At some point she opens her eyes slightly, still drowsy and her thoughts feeling sluggish, but when she sees Klaus sleeping next to her she just lets herself drift off again. She doesn’t even question it; seeing her brother is so comforting that she doesn’t bother waking up completely, and she lets herself slip back into the comfortable darkness she had been in before.
The stillness doesn’t last for long, though. She dreams of the cabin, the way the whole place rattled. The way the lightbulbs shattered around her.
”I heard a rumor—”
She gasps, her mouth opening to cry out, but nothing comes out. That’s when she realizes she’s not in the cabin anymore. It’s her bedroom ceiling above her. Vanya isn’t here, the room isn’t shaking anymore, and even if in some level she knows it had been a nightmare, a hand still flies to her neck. She fully expects to feel blood, to feel the way it kept slipping through her fingers, but there’s nothing except for the gauze covering the stitches. And, god, she feels so stupid. She feels so stupid for the way she’s shaking, how her heart feels like it’s going to burst out of her chest. How her stomach feels like it swirls uncomfortably, and she closes her eyes as if willing it all to stop.