The room was spinning around her. She gasped for air as she felt the car flying off the road, then smash into what felt like a billion rocks. She screamed, trying to get free. She was crying, and screamed again when she saw Leilani in the driver's seat next to her.

Fatima jumped awake, crying out in fear. Jordan was out of bed instantly, holding her close and murmuring to her.

"It's okay, it's okay, nothing bad happened," she whispered. There was a loud knock on the door.

"It's me," Devin called out. "Can I come in?"

"Yes! Yeah, I need help," Jordan responded desperately. The door opened and Devin came running in.

"Woah, Fatima, what the hell happened?" he asked, pulling her close to him. Fatima responded immediately, wrapping her arms around his middle. Devin ran his hand up and down her back and allowed her to cry for a bit. "Hey, sweetie, I saw a little stuffed bunny in your suitcase, do you want her?" he asked softly. Fatima began to cry even harder. For some reason, Devin saying "her" instead of "it" in reference to the stuffed bunny she'd had her whole life made her more emotional than the nightmare. He was the sweetest guy ever in her eyes. She nodded a tiny bit, so he reached over and grabbed the little bunny. He gently tucked it into her arms and gave her a soft smile. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry if this is inappropriate, but do you think you might want me in here for the rest of the night?" he asked softly. Fatima sniffled and hugged him tighter.

"Can we go to your room?" she asked quietly. Devin nodded and pulled her closer. Her body was shaking, leaning against his as she cried from the trauma of the nightmare.

"We absolutely can. Are you ready now?" he whispered. Fatima nodded, so Devin grabbed Fatima's favorite blue blanket from the bed, then pulled her up. They walked together, her arms around his waist and him holding her close. He opened the door with his foot, then set the blanket on the bed. Fatima climbed in and wrapped it around her shoulders. Devin gave her a soft smile. "Door closed or open?" he asked.

"Halfway?" Fatima asked.

"Absolutely. Are you okay sharing the blankets or do you want me to grab yours from the bed?" he asked.

"Share," Fatima decided. Devin nodded. He was about to get into bed when he realized that he was in his boxers. He awkwardly grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on. Fatima didn't really care, but she understood what he was doing and why, and she found it very sweet. She sat up, hoping he'd want to cuddle her. Sure enough, he crawled in and immediately put an arm around her.

"Try to go back to sleep, okay?" he whispered. Fatima nodded. She could still feel the effects of the alcohol from earlier, but she was definitely closer to sober. She put her head on his chest, already feeling the sleepiness coming back.

"I'm sorry I woke you guys up," she whispered.

"Don't be. You had a pretty awful nightmare, I could tell. Is there absolutely anything I can do?" he asked. Fatima shrugged.

"Not really, and that's the worst part. There's nothing anyone can do. I sleep with stuffed animals like a six-year-old and-" she said, tearing up again.

"There's nothing wrong with that, Fatima," Devin interrupted. "If stuffed animals make you feel better, sleep with stuffed animals. I'm not judging you, and neither is Jordan, okay? We love you," he whispered. Fatima sniffled and snuggled into him. She smiled a little when she felt his hand touch her hip. "Is this okay?" he asked softly.

"Mm-hmm," she mumbled sleepily. Devin smiled and pulled her close.

"Sleep tight, okay? Wake me up if you need anything," he said softly. Fatima felt scared for a second. She wanted to stay awake and talk. It was too soon for her to go back to sleep.

"Wait!" she protested, tearing up.

"What, baby girl? Are you okay? Do you just need to talk more?" he asked. Fatima nodded a little. "Okay, sweetheart, what do you want to talk about?" Fatima sniffled and buried herself in his arms. His masculine scent was very comforting to her, much more than she'd ever be willing to admit. She inhaled again, trying not to make it obvious.

"I don't, I don't know. It's hard for me to go back to sleep after a bad dream," she said quietly. Devin nodded and kissed her head gently.

"Do you want to turn on the TV?" he asked softly.

"Actually, yeah. That might be okay. I'm sorry I'm keeping you up," she whispered.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I love you," he whispered, pulling her close as he turned the TV on.

"You...You love me?" she asked. Devin blushed when he realized what he'd said.

"Um, yeah. I have for a while now, I guess. I'm sorry if I screwed up what we have, I never wanted to do that, I just-" he rambled, desperately trying to fix what he considered to be his biggest mistake ever. Fatima cut him off by pushing him against the wall and kissing him passionately. Devin pulled her against him, letting himself enjoy the kiss for a few moments before gently pushing her off. "Hey. Fatima. This is incredible, but we can't do this right now. It doesn't feel right. You're really upset, let's just snuggle, okay? We'll do this tomorrow if you still want to," he whispered, pulling her into a snuggle. Fatima smiled and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, Devin was sound asleep, and his arm started to fall. She moved a little, then made sure his arm would stay firmly around her overnight.

The next morning, they all woke up to a very loud alarm. Devin reached over and pressed a gentle kiss to Fatima's neck. He crawled out of bed and slipped out of the room, then gently knocked on the other bedroom door. Jordan opened it quickly and looked up at her brother.

"Is she doing better?" she asked softly. Devin nodded a little.

"Yeah. She's not quite ready to get up, but I just wanted to tell you not to mention what happened. She's a little embarrassed," he whispered. Jordan nodded and stepped out.

"I won't say anything. Can I shower first?" she asked.

"Yeah. Go ahead. Knock on our door when you're done, okay?" he said softly. Jordan nodded and stepped into the bathroom. Devin went back into the bedroom and smiled at his still half-asleep kind-of girlfriend. "Jordan is going to shower, then I will, unless you want to first," he whispered. Fatima nodded sleepily.

"I will after her," she mumbled. She pulled the blankets over her head and groaned. Seven AM would always be too early for her, no matter what they were doing.