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Her son looks at her with terror in his large, dark eyes and Mikoto bites her lip in worry.
Leaning forward, she presses her hand against his forehead, trying to check his temperature, to see if he was sweating. He would always flail out, mewls of discomfort escaping him, when he got one too many nightmares.
And then he flinches.
It was a deep, instinctual jolt of pure agony and fear, as if he was expecting to be struck. His breathing rises, harsh pants filling the air and his pupils dilate. His chubby hands grasp at the blankets; tears rising in his eyes and he whimpers.
"Please not this." He begs, "Anything but this. Anything but this."
Mikoto rears back, eyes roving over his small face.
Fear pounds her heart in an unsteady gait.
"Sasuke-chan. My starling." She says, crooning. "Everything's okay, my love. It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare."
When she reaches out to him again, to wipe the tears from his face, he chokes out a sob.
"You're going to die." He wails. "You're going to die."
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