Isolde
'Chaos' O'Connor couldn't remember how old she was the first
time she had the Pavor Nocturnus. The half-sleeping, half-waking
state had scared her: she must have been very young. Perhaps it was
the paralytic part… the part where you couldn't move a muscle, no
matter how hard you tried.
Her shrieks woke the doctor on call, who was immediately ashamed that he'd dozed off. But there were so many and he was so tired… he quickly rose with a groan and rushed over to the COG Gear who was lying in her bed screaming and crying, not moving a single muscle. He just stared at her for a moment: what the hell was going on? Usually when soldiers had nightmares they thrashed around and woke themselves quickly. He shook her shoulder, trying to wake her, but she continued to groan and cry. The other patients in the ward started to wake up, adding their own groans of pain and misery to the cacophony, and the doctor scowled. He shook her shoulder harder, noticing that her skin was clammy to the touch, and she was sweating profusely.
Suddenly she stopped in mid-scream, the horrible sound cut off as abruptly as though someone had flicked a switch. She relaxed into normal sleep, and the doctor just stared at her. The groans and cursing from the other patients drew his attention away from this strange female COG who had obviously just had some kind of seizure, and he rushed off to attend to them, the female COG pushed into the back of his mind for the time being as he tried to do the best he could to soothe the many wounded.
