I could not sleep.
Zaynab was thrashing beside me and every now and again, her left hand struck out, hitting me. She was alarmingly warm despite her face being ashen. Her brows furrowed with lips forming soundless words then she would suddenly freeze up and cry out in a shrill voice that startled me every time I managed to shut my eyes. It was sad, pitiful and annoying.
I wanted to sleep. My eyes were droopy but every time they closed, her hand would strike me or her voice would startle me. I knew she was having nightmares but my sleep deprived brain wanted to believe she was doing it on purpose. She never exclaimed till my eyes closed for f***s sake!
It was sometime around three a. m when she froze completely, hands locking beside her as her temperature started to drop. She was as s
