*Kiera*
My heart pounds in my chest as I feel the weight of Will’s grip. He’s not just holding me; he’s anchoring himself to me as if I’m his lifeline. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the sweat mingling with the frantic energy coursing through him. I know he’s trapped in that nightmare, and all I can think about is how to pull him back to the surface.
“Will,” I whisper softly, my voice barely above a breath, “you need to wake up. It’s just a dream. You’re safe. I’m here.” I tuck my head against his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him, trying to ground him, to remind him of the reality that exists outside of his terror.
He thrashes again, and I hold tighter, my body molding against his as I speak soothingly into his ear, “You’re okay. You’re okay. Just breathe.” I can feel
