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priscaTitle: Nightmares
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 253
Prompt: hurt/comfort
Finished: 07.02.2023
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„Zeke! Wake up!“
Gasping for air, he opened his eyes, fighting against arms trying to hold him. Darkness around him; someone was yelling loudly.
„Zeke, please!“
Finally, coherent words reached his mind, touring him out of the nightmare.
„Casey,“ he gasped.
„I am here!“ Zeke could hear that he was crying. „I am here to hold you.“
„Shit!“ Feeling exhausted, Zeke sank back into the cushions, forcing himself to steady his breath. It had happened again. Of all nights tonight. It had been supposed to be a special night; for him, for Casey. The first night they had spent together. But he had ruined it. Like he always ruined it when he hoped that maybe his life would finally get better. „I'm sorry,“ he whispered.
„You are sorry for what?“ Casey was still there, holding him. „For having a nightmare?“
„I should have known better. I'm just too fucked up.“
Silence for a moment. Then Casey snuggled closer, putting his head on Zeke's shoulder. „Have you ever talked about it?“
„About my nightmares? My messed-up ego? Who should I talk to about it? A stupid shrink, who gets paid for it? No, thanks.“
„Well, I am here! And I guess we won't go back to sleep at the moment.“
Zeke stiffened in surprise. „You serious? You want to hear about all the shit going on in my life?“
„Why not? I've told you, I'm not a guy only looking for a mindless one-night-stand.“
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 253
Prompt: hurt/comfort
Finished: 07.02.2023
:::
„Zeke! Wake up!“
Gasping for air, he opened his eyes, fighting against arms trying to hold him. Darkness around him; someone was yelling loudly.
„Zeke, please!“
Finally, coherent words reached his mind, touring him out of the nightmare.
„Casey,“ he gasped.
„I am here!“ Zeke could hear that he was crying. „I am here to hold you.“
„Shit!“ Feeling exhausted, Zeke sank back into the cushions, forcing himself to steady his breath. It had happened again. Of all nights tonight. It had been supposed to be a special night; for him, for Casey. The first night they had spent together. But he had ruined it. Like he always ruined it when he hoped that maybe his life would finally get better. „I'm sorry,“ he whispered.
„You are sorry for what?“ Casey was still there, holding him. „For having a nightmare?“
„I should have known better. I'm just too fucked up.“
Silence for a moment. Then Casey snuggled closer, putting his head on Zeke's shoulder. „Have you ever talked about it?“
„About my nightmares? My messed-up ego? Who should I talk to about it? A stupid shrink, who gets paid for it? No, thanks.“
„Well, I am here! And I guess we won't go back to sleep at the moment.“
Zeke stiffened in surprise. „You serious? You want to hear about all the shit going on in my life?“
„Why not? I've told you, I'm not a guy only looking for a mindless one-night-stand.“