HERMIONE
Aiden's anguished murmurs in his sleep jolt me awake.
His body convulses over the bed, as if he's fighting off some unseen torment.
I propel myself up with my elbow, gently tapping him to wake up. "Aiden... Aiden."
He continues to thrash about, his body shaking uncontrollably. Tears stain his eyelids, and a hoarse cry escapes his throat.
I strain to discern what he's saying, but his words are inaudible; whatever he's dreaming of seems to be having a profound impact on him.
He's twitching and crying, and I'm growing increasingly alarmed as my attempts to wake him up prove futile.
"Aiden, wake up," I say, my voice taking on a frantic edge as I hit his arm harder. I grasp his face and tap him repeatedly.
It takes a while before he ceases convulsing and his breathing evens
