A/N: You can choose whose POV this is from. I couldn't make up my mind.
I was awakened by his muffled cries and his constant tossing and turning. Getting out of bed, I donned my dressing gown and put on my slippers. I quietly went into his bedroom, hoping I could chase away the terrors that plagued him.
Part of me worried that I would be unable to chase away the ghosts. Ghosts of old enemies and old friends.
I laid a hand on his brow, "Shhhh, it's alright." I whispered, praying ferverantly that he would hear and understand.
He continued to move restlessly under the covers, murmuring phrases I only half-understood. It was so frustrating to be unable to banish those haunting images for good. I gently grasped his arms and whispered his name, trying to draw him into consciousness. Or at least draw him away enough to soothe him into a peaceful sleep.
I'd rather the latter, since I knew how uncomfortable it was to wake from the grips of a nightmare. Even though I would rather he woke me than allow the nightmare to continue.
To my relief, he gradually calmed down and I sat beside him, pondering quietly. It was no easy thing to battle old ghosts. I wished I could spare him that battle.
The next day, I awoke in a soft morning light to the pleasant sound of chirping birds.