Axel's POV
My chest tightens. I can't breathe. I feel light-headed…
Someone has their arms around me. I open my eyes.
"Demyx?" I jerk away. "What're you doing?"
"Making sure you don't hurt yourself," he answers calmly, pulling harder.
"Huh?" I give him a blank look while still trying to squirm away.
"You thrash around a lot in your sleep," he clarifies. "Especially when you have nightmares."
My face heats up. My body tenses.
"And no, I'm not letting go." He says firmly.
"Demyx," I reason. "I'm fine now."
"I'm not leaving," he reiterates.
"Dem," I try again.
"Not for anything."
I finally give up and fall into a fitful rest.
A/N: This started as a dream of mine.