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Night was the worst time for Danny. After visiting hours had concluded and his mother wasn't allowed in his room any more, Danny would lie on his bed and struggle to stay awake. Sleep brought dreams and dreams brought Danny right back into the clutches of Greg. Sleep was supposed to be relaxing and regenerative but all it gave Danny was yet more horror.
The room was dark, only illuminated by Danny's laptop which had a paused episode of Archer on the screen. Watching it had helped for a few hours, but it was after midnight now and it was a constant struggle to stay awake.
It didn't help that Danny felt horribly sick. The infection from the cuts on his feet had spread and he was feverish and dizzy. If his sister Melissa was alive, she would know how to help him. She would know how to help him relax and drift off. Sleeping in Melissa's bed always kept the nightmares at bay.
Danny curled in on himself, a whimper escaping his lips. God he missed his sister. Maybe if she were here things could be better. She could help his mother through this and somehow be there for Danny too. She would have embraced Cai as well, Danny just knew it. Melissa was like that. She would have been there for all of them and somehow handled it perfectly.
Covering his face quickly, Danny started to cry in earnest. Melissa was dead and he hadn't felt the loss of her so strongly in years. He wanted so badly to have her pat his back and tell him everything was going to be alright, but there was nothing. No reassuring big sister to keep the nightmares away. Only an exhausted night nurse to check on him every hour and tiredly tell him he should be asleep.
Zoe had told him she cared about him more than anyone else in her life and Danny wanted so badly to get through all this for her. He knew for Zoe to admit that took a lot of strength and probably a lot of anxiety too. On nights like this one, with the night terrors knocking at the door and the loss of his sister like a raw wound in his chest, Danny wasn't so sure he was going to make it.
The room was dark, only illuminated by Danny's laptop which had a paused episode of Archer on the screen. Watching it had helped for a few hours, but it was after midnight now and it was a constant struggle to stay awake.
It didn't help that Danny felt horribly sick. The infection from the cuts on his feet had spread and he was feverish and dizzy. If his sister Melissa was alive, she would know how to help him. She would know how to help him relax and drift off. Sleeping in Melissa's bed always kept the nightmares at bay.
Danny curled in on himself, a whimper escaping his lips. God he missed his sister. Maybe if she were here things could be better. She could help his mother through this and somehow be there for Danny too. She would have embraced Cai as well, Danny just knew it. Melissa was like that. She would have been there for all of them and somehow handled it perfectly.
Covering his face quickly, Danny started to cry in earnest. Melissa was dead and he hadn't felt the loss of her so strongly in years. He wanted so badly to have her pat his back and tell him everything was going to be alright, but there was nothing. No reassuring big sister to keep the nightmares away. Only an exhausted night nurse to check on him every hour and tiredly tell him he should be asleep.
Zoe had told him she cared about him more than anyone else in her life and Danny wanted so badly to get through all this for her. He knew for Zoe to admit that took a lot of strength and probably a lot of anxiety too. On nights like this one, with the night terrors knocking at the door and the loss of his sister like a raw wound in his chest, Danny wasn't so sure he was going to make it.
