Hey guys! I hope this one's longer than the first. I actually don't even know the word count until I've got it submitted to FFN because I write all my fanfics on sticky notes on my laptop. XD I've been writing this since one in the morning. This chapter in my opinion, isn't nearly as exciting as it will get.

Arthur's POV

"ALFRED! Honestly! Look at yourself!" I scold. "You've got bags under your eyes, you can barely focus on anything without almost falling asleep-"

"Dude, I told you I'm fine! You're right about me being all tired and stuff, I'll give you that… I don't know why but," Alfred pauses to let out a long yawn. "But… but…"

He really can't focus. "See! This is what I'm talking about! You can't even keep one train of though going."

"I can too! I was saying…" He pauses, rubbing his forehead. "I was saying that what you're saying about these so-called, 'night terrors' is absolutely ridiculous. I think I'd remember something like…. whatever you were talking about."

"Well, Alfred you do. And I'll find a way to prove it to you if you absolutely refuse to believe me." I stop a moment. It's an absurd idea… "What if I were to film you? Hmm? Set up a camera in-"

"NO. We're not filming me while I sleep."

"Well why not? I mean I know it sounds sort of odd but it'd prove-"

"This is how all the horror movies go, dude. You start setting up cameras- you might as well be like inviting evil demon things into your house."

"Really? Summoning demons is much more complex than taunting them with cameras. And whatever idea links cameras with demons is ludicrous Alfred, if this was the work of demons, I'd know. Believe me." I hesitate again, "There is nothing paranormal about your nightmares. I'd sense it if there were."

Alfred huffs. "My movies are awesome…" He mumbles, disregarding most of what I said. Sighing, I begin thumbing through the paper that had been lying out on my breakfast table.

"I'm only worried for you… You must understand, it's frustrating for me… not being any help to you." I've gotten up every night almost since he first got here those weeks ago. I've tried waking him, calming him… But those dreadful dreams he's having are still taking their toll on his health. "I know you don't believe me, right now… but would you do me a favor?"

"Depends," he says, kicking back in his chair, making it go on its back two legs. His feet are on the table so I give them a small shove.

"Just take some medicine to see if it helps. For me?" I ask.

"I-" He starts quickly before pausing briefly, "Fine. I'll do that if it floats your boat or whatever."

"Good. If it works there's a good chance, I've already got this figured out."

"Whatdoyamean?" Alfred lets out a yawn, covering his mouth with the crook of his arm, blinking sleepily.

"I mean that my most plausible theory right now is that you may have something wrong with your head."

"Wrong with my head? Like going insane?" Alfred blinks in confusion.

"It may be a medical thing we're dealing with," I suggest. After all, I'd read about medical cases in which horrible night terrors arise as a symptom of issues occurring within the brain. "I doubt it's got anything to do with your sanity, but quite literally your head, as in your brain."

"That's your 'plausible theory'?"

"My other idea is that sometime, somewhere, somehow, you've suffered something traumatizing. I didn't want to intrude too much in case you don't wish to share. I do want to know, for your own good, but if this was the case the last thing you'd need is me pushing for details. So hopefully if it is something like that, time can heal it, and we can use soothing methods to calm your disturbed thoughts about it."

"Well… if anything really bad had happened to me, I think you'd know about it."

"That's why my first thought seems more plausible to me. I would have picked up if something had happened earlier. That and you didn't seem to have these nightmares the first and seventh nights you were here. But you've had them since."

A shrill whistling noise causes the both of us to jump as the tea I had put on the kettle was finally finished.

"Want any tea?" I offer, laying down the paper to turn off the burner. I take a few of my more sturdy tea cups out in case he wishes to have some, knowing that he won't be gentle enough for my more delicate ones.

"Nah," he responds simply. I look over my shoulder as I lift up the tea kettle.

"Nah?"

He's getting up now, and from out of the fridge he pulls a ridiculously large can out of my refrigerator. It's mostly black but with a colorful 'M' logo on the front. "I'm good."

"You're not gonna drink that entire thing are you?" I ask, pouring myself some Earl Grey.

"Yup. I am."

"Alfred, that… repulsive… energy supplement is not good for you." He just waves me off as he pops open the top with a loud, 'POP' noise and drinks some.

"You know that could be something else that's the matter with you and your dreams. Perhaps the caffeine in all of those energy drinks is giving you an over active imagination in your dreams." He rolls his eyes at me. Poor chap. He just looks so exhausted, pale too, as if he's been drained of his blood. "Yet, you still drink it. Even though I warn you not to and it really doesn't appear to help you anymore."

"Here you are," I say as I present Alfred with a tray in bed. "Your medicine, and then warm milk mixed with honey."

He raises an eyebrow and lethargically picks himself up off the clothed mattress. "Thanks dude." There's a long pause between us, both of us as still as statues as I stare into his tired (yet beautiful even still) eyes and he stares into mine. "You can leave now."

I quickly glance down at the ground, "Oh, right, sorry. I'm leaving. I hope you get good rest." With a nod, I'm making my way out. And after passing the majority of the night without hearing anything, I check up on Alfred, and he's out like a light, no signs of disturbance whatsoever.

Oh, Arthur. If only you really knew the inner workings of Alfred's mind... That's why, for the story's sake I'm keeping it in Arthur's POV, until it's safe and spoiler free.

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