I think most of my chapters have started off this way but I really am so sorry for how long this has taken! I meant to have this up on Wednesday but exams have kind of mucked up when I can do things! Anyway, on with the story!
Disclaimer: No it belongs to the BBC.
Back in their room.
"Thank you again Dylan." Sam said coming out of the bathroom. She had tied up her hair and was now wearing her pyjamas and a gown.
"It was nothing, like I said we're even now." Dylan said not mentioning the fact that it had taken all his self control not to seriously injure Fernley. He couldn't bear to see her hurt, not by anyone. He knew she had been through enough in her past, hell, he hated the fact because he knew his drinking had caused it.
Settling on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her Sam sighed wearily. "Goodnight Dylan, it's been a long day. Sleep well." Sam said curling up and closing her eyes.
"It certainly has, see you in the morning." Dylan replied lying down in the large bed. He stayed to one side of it, always on the left. The right was her side.
"No! I can't leave, I have to save them! The children, got to, have to get them out" That was the sound Dylan woke to. Checking the time only to find the digital display too bright for his eyes, 3:23. Too early.
"Sam? What on earth?" Dylan asked shaking her shoulder.
"Let go! Have to go back for them!" She was trembling, tears stained her cheeks but she slept on, through the nightmare.
"Sam, wake up!" Dylan spoke louder now, more urgent. "It's just a dream."
"Huh, what yeah. Wait, what are you talkin' bout?" Sam shocked herself awake, still groggy from the dream.
"You were having a nightmare, I think about Afghanistan." Dylan explained sitting by her legs.
"Oh, right sorry. Did I wake you?" Sam sat up and looked a little worried.
"No, I just happened to be awake. Of course you did, but don't worry. I wasn't sure what was happening." Dylan replied, absent-mindedly rubbing his hand on her leg.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it's okay to have them. If you need to talk to me I'm here. Now get some sleep." Dylan stopped the apology, he didn't mind being awakened. He just needed to know she was alright.
"Okay." Dylan left her lying on the couch. 'Let her have her rest' He thought making his way back to the bed.
A few minutes later the bed dipped slightly. Dylan smiled slightly as Sam took his hand. He pulled her into an embrace as the pair drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Thoughts of war – for now – forgotten.
So, the ending to this chapter is how I wanted it but I couldn't write it without it feeling a bit cheesy. But what do you think? And her nightmare is about trying to get children out of an Afghan school. I don't know where the idea came from but hey!
Hattie xx
