'Andrew!' Chelsea mumbled. 'You are here?'
Chelsea pulled the cold bedsheet beneath her. Moving her hands over the mattress, she realised she was still on her bed. She was still asleep.
'ANDREW....!'
'Chelsea, are you okay? What happened to you?' Andrew came running to Chelsea's room as he heard Chelsea screamed.
Andrew grabbed Chelsea's arm with his one hand and put his other hand on Chelsea's forehead. 'You are having a nightmare, Chelsea. Wake up.'
Chelsea's grip tighten around Andrew's hand. Her nails scratched Andrew's palm. Andrew watched Chelsea moving her head left to right like she was seeing something that Andrew couldn't. Her eyes were closed, but Andrew felt like Chelsea totally aware of her surroundings.
'Chels, get up.' Andrew tried controlling Chelsea.
Suddenly Chelse
