Disclaimer: I don't own Higher Ground! (and if I did a lot of interesting
things would be happening)
Tuesday Night
Ezra woke up to some one muttering in their sleep, an event not odd in it's self, but the person seemed to be getting louder. He let his feet drape over the side of his bunk and listened for a second, but the words were indistinguishable, however he recognized the voice. He jumped down and padded over to Rowan's bunk, which was under Scott's. Scott was already awake and standing over the youth, whose face was contorted with emotions. "Ro-" started Ezra, but Scott waved him silent.
"Sara-no-Sara-no-Sara-no," mumbled Rowan in one long strand of words. He twisted in his sleep and began to get louder "Oh god no! Sara! No! Bullet-gun-blood-no! Sara! No! God, no!" Auggie was up now.
"Rowan wake up" he said reaching out a hand to shake the thrashing shoulder.
"SARA!" screamed Rowan.
"Rowan!" yelled Ezra and Scott as one and Ezra reached out to shake the boy hard. Rowan sat up, breathing hard and gasping, black shirt drenched with sweat.
"What- what happened?"
"You had a nightmare," commented Scott, starting to climb back into his bed.
"Nightmare?"
"Yeah, you were even screaming some chick's name, uh, Sara." Scott adjusted his covers, as it being early April and needed still.
"S-Sara?" Rowan threw off his covers and stood quickly.
"Yo man, you sleep with your sneakers on?" asked Auggie from under his sheets.
"I- I need air." said Rowan as he strode from the room. His sweaty shirt stuck to his back and Ezra thought he saw a tattoo.
*Rowan's POV*
Rowan stood outside, slowly smoking his last cigarette. He had chain smoked the last 3 but hadn't noticed, too busy trying to calm his heart and mind.
Tuesday Night
Ezra woke up to some one muttering in their sleep, an event not odd in it's self, but the person seemed to be getting louder. He let his feet drape over the side of his bunk and listened for a second, but the words were indistinguishable, however he recognized the voice. He jumped down and padded over to Rowan's bunk, which was under Scott's. Scott was already awake and standing over the youth, whose face was contorted with emotions. "Ro-" started Ezra, but Scott waved him silent.
"Sara-no-Sara-no-Sara-no," mumbled Rowan in one long strand of words. He twisted in his sleep and began to get louder "Oh god no! Sara! No! Bullet-gun-blood-no! Sara! No! God, no!" Auggie was up now.
"Rowan wake up" he said reaching out a hand to shake the thrashing shoulder.
"SARA!" screamed Rowan.
"Rowan!" yelled Ezra and Scott as one and Ezra reached out to shake the boy hard. Rowan sat up, breathing hard and gasping, black shirt drenched with sweat.
"What- what happened?"
"You had a nightmare," commented Scott, starting to climb back into his bed.
"Nightmare?"
"Yeah, you were even screaming some chick's name, uh, Sara." Scott adjusted his covers, as it being early April and needed still.
"S-Sara?" Rowan threw off his covers and stood quickly.
"Yo man, you sleep with your sneakers on?" asked Auggie from under his sheets.
"I- I need air." said Rowan as he strode from the room. His sweaty shirt stuck to his back and Ezra thought he saw a tattoo.
*Rowan's POV*
Rowan stood outside, slowly smoking his last cigarette. He had chain smoked the last 3 but hadn't noticed, too busy trying to calm his heart and mind.
