AUTHOR'S NOTE: Major spoilers for "Playing With Fire" - - consider yourself warned.
Also, I want to apologize for my lack of updating as of late. A few problems at home, but nothing serious. I am going to be gone this weekend, so I am updating a few chapters before I leave tomorrow at five in the morning (and on my day off too!).
Airen: just for you, I am updating two chapters. There are a few longer chapters (like multiple pages instead of one) that are coming soon. The deeper meaning I mentioned shows up around chapter 15.
Orangebronco: you can be my fan any day!
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no one knows what it was like to be awakened by greg screaming from his nightmares.
he would be thrash and scream a little bit, tangling himself in the sheets, and then he would just lie there on his stomach, limbs in all directions. greg would begin whimpering and silent tears would slide down his face.
to this day i am still surprised that the neighbors haven't called the cops after they heard his screams.
i would shake him lightly and he would scream again, bolting up in bed, his back to me. in the light from our open window, i could see the scar tissue from the explosion in the lab.
when it first happened, all i saw was his body being thrown back from the explosion. next thing i knew, he was on the ground, trying to get up. i saw his head fall to the ground, and he didn't move again.
nick came around the DNA lab because he heard me scream. that was when he saw greg lying motionless on the ground covered in glass and bits of lab equipment...not moving...hurt...not moving...
i would turn greg towards me and hold him tight, telling him that he was safe now. i would trace along the scars on his back, whispering comforting words in his ears.
i could feel his hands shaking against my back.
he told me that is why he wanted out of the lab...even though he had more control over it, his hands still shook when he went back into the newly reconstructed lab.
i look down and see my hands are shaking.