I ran through the cold, dark corridors and winced as the screaming inside my head rose to a painful pitch. Soon enough, I could hear the screaming out loud as well as in my head. I burst through the door without knocking to see Morgana sit upright in her bed, trembling violently and her eyes staring at nothing. Without thinking about how bad it would look, I ran to her side and climbed onto the bed with her. I pulled her into my arms and she easily accepted my embrace, crying into my shoulder.
"Shh." I murmured over and over, rubbing her back soothingly, thinking of nothing better to do. Eventually she stopped crying, only an occasional hiccup escaping her. Still, she didn't let me go.
It was only once she had stopped crying that I realised how inappropriate our positions were. I was with Morgana on her bed, and held her in my arms while she was wearing nothing but a thin and quite revealing nightgown. I pulled awkwardly out her embrace but merely moved my hands to rest against her face, where I traced patterns with my thumbs.
"Are you okay?" I murmured quietly, trying not to look at barely dressed state.
"Yes." She replied quickly and then blushed, as she also realised her attire. But the embarrassment quickly went away and she threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me fiercely. Our tongues battled for dominance for a moment before I realised what was happening. I pulled back abruptly and Morgana looked at me, hurt. I smiled and pressed another quick kiss to her lips to soften the blow. She went to speak but I held a finger to her lips.
"Not now Morgana. You are upset, and I don't want to take advantage of you when you might regret it later." I said softly, still tracing patterns on her cheeks.
"I won't-" She began but I stopped her again.
"Another time." I repeated and she sighed but nodded, knowing she could not sway me.
"Another time." She said with conviction. I stayed by her side until she fell asleep, the promise of next time acting as a soothing balm between us.
