Floyd stirred out of his sleep, seizing her by her arms, softly telling her to calm down. He squeezed her in the hug, his chest heaving. This is the third nightmare she’s had in a row. He was really starting to get tired of not getting sleep with her at his side.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Flynn whispered over and over, her throat dry, her voice cracking. She knew how Floyd felt, but she couldn't help it. The nightmares followed her into sleep.
Floyd relaxed slowly into the bed again, sighing deeply. “That’s okay. Don’t apologize. You can’t help it.” He hugged her close again.
"I want my family back," Flynn croaked. "My friends. My school. My life. And Charlie. If nothing else, Charlie."
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