Chapter two
hundred and eighty:
Christy awoke
with a scream. She shot up in bed, caked in sweat. She fought the blankets off
her, gasping for breath.
“C?! What is it?” Isaac demanded, sitting up
next to her. He reached out into the dark bedroom and tried to put his arms
around her, which she quickly pushed off.
“Honey, what is
it?”
“I… I had a
nightmare.” She breathed. She was panicking. The dream had been so realistic.
“It’s okay, it’s okay!” He urged, managing to get his arms
around her. He gently rocked her back and forth until her breathing slowed. He
gently kissed her bare shoulder.
“Honey, let me
get you a glass of water-“
“No!” She
quickly grabbed his arm. “Stay with me!”
“Okay, okay!” He
pulled her closer. “It’s okay. I’m here.” He soothed. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“God, it was so
real.” She gasped. “I mean…. I’ve had dreams before, but this… this was just…”
“Honey.” He gently stroked her back, “Do you want
to tell me about it? Will that make you feel better?”
She shook her
head quickly. “No.”
“Okay.”
She sobbed
softly.
“Do you want to
get up? We can watch TV for a bit, get your mind off
it.”
“I… I don’t
know.”
Leaving one hand
firmly on her shoulder, he reached with the other to turn a light on. He
promptly pulled the blankets over her shoulders.
“C, its just a dream.” He comforted, hugging her trembling body
with his.
“I
know, it’s so silly.”
“No, it’s not.”
He urged. “it must be something if it’s got you this
freaked out.”
“I’ve had dreams
before… but this was… way beyond…”
“It’s okay… let’s
not talk about it, okay? Let’s get your mind off it.” He forced a reassuring
smile. He was truly worried, and made a mental note to ask her doctors about
her dreams. “What can I do to help you feel better, C?”
“I…. I don’t
know.” She leaned against his body. “Can we go outside? Get some air?”
“Of
course.” He obliged.
He took her hand and helped her from the bed. He grabbed her bathrobe from the
chair and held it out toward her.
“No thank you, I’m
quite hot actually.”
“But it’s cool
outside.” He tried. “please? I don’t want you to get
sick.”
“But baby-“
“Come on, humor
me. Just wear it around your shoulders.”
She smiled. “Okay.”
He draped the
bathrobe over her shoulders and opened the door to the balcony. Cold air
immediately rushed in, but she stepped out daringly, still refusing to release
his hand.
He followed her,
and caught up with her, looping his arms (and the bathrobe) around her to keep
her warm.
“I love you.”
She whispered to him.