April threw her head against the pillow and let her body go limp. Every inch of her was exhausted. All day she'd been run off her feet in the ER and just wanted some rest.

She was slipping into unconsciousness when he started- again. Jackson's shouting rang through the walls.

April got up immediately, there was no point moaning about it- besides that would require energy. Instead she walked, squinting in the dim light, towards Jackson's room.

He sat upright in bed as he shouted out in panic. April kneeled at the side of the bed, just as she had god knows how many times before, and spoke softly.

"C'mon Jackson, it's ok" she hushed

Even in the dark she saw he was sweating, he called out again and again for Charles and kept mumbling the words "shooter" and "stop". It was hard for April to watch her friend in such pain and not be able to do anything about it. But he point blank refused to talk about it every time she brought it up and wouldn't speak to anyone else either despite her begging him to.

"Charles... no... stop"

"Jackson, calm down, please, I'm here." She pleaded

"April... run... shooter"

"I'm ok, you're ok, Jackson your safe. Ssh"

Jackson, becoming lucid, focused on April's worried face and tired eyes. His face flushed with embarrassment for the millionth time that week.

"Not again," he said apologetically.

"It's fine. Who needs sleep?" April got up and went back to her room praying to god she'd get at least one hour sleep before Jackson began screaming again- she didn't.

The next morning April trudged downstairs, hair dishevelled and eyes peering. After last night even she was in a bad mood. She'd gotten 2 maybe 3 hours sleep in total. The smell of coffee beckoned her towards the kitchen. Jackson was stood over the stove burning eggs when she walked in, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Surprise!" he said awkwardly "I figure I owe you breakfast but at this rate I think all you'd be getting is food poisoning" April smiled, appreciating the gesture but still too exhausted to show her usual enthusiasm.

"Thanks anyway."

"On the bright side- I never burned the coffee" he poured her a cup before sitting down "Look, I'm sorry about last night- really I just..."

"Jackson," she interrupted "it's not your fault- I know that. However I still think you need to talk to someone before we both collapse from exhaustion... Please." She begged

"Fine, Ok, I'll see someone about it today" he conceded reluctantly, feeling too guilty to argue.

"Thank God!" she said so relieved she hugged him tightly "Because unlike you, some of us actually need beauty sleep!"She joked lightly before running upstairs, coffee cup in tow, to get ready for work.

Jackson sat there in the kitchen dreading the thought of having to talk to some stranger about "that day".