Thanks for all the feedback so far! I know I'm taking a very unfluffy direction in the story- but I wanted to take a more realistic approach to how they each deal with the accident. On with the drama!
"Pam?"
It was his voice; he recognized it- though it seemed distant and panicked.
There was darkness- terrifying blackness that engulfed his whole body- leaving his disoriented and dizzy. He stretched his arms out, desperate to find something in his surroundings that would tell him where he was.
Finally to his right he felt his fingers touch something soft and squishy- he pushed his fingers into the warm material- they were engulfed in wetness as he pushed them further trying to figure out what it was.
Suddenly a thought appeared to him. He reached with his left hand above him to find a something he knew was a light switch- now filling the space in a soft light. He followed his arm to his fingers, his surroundings slowly coming into focus.
His saw Pam, and he realized they were in the car, her face turned away from him. His fingers were gorged into her chest, penetrating her jacket, and creating a deep hole in her above her belly. In horror, he quickly retracted his hand, the force of his withdrawal caused the blood and gore from her chest to splash back at him, spattering his face.
Jim felt his stomach lurch but nothing left his mouth- a gasp was all he could manage. Slowly he watched Pam's face shift and her head roll limply towards him. He suddenly found his voice- a loud gargled scream as he stared at her vacant eyes, cold and dead and covered in blood. He kept screaming.
"Hey, Jim wake up." He felt himself being ripped from the image, his eyes jumping open as he sat straight up, shaking. He felt a cool hand on his forearm, keeping him from flaying into the darkness. He looked down and found Pam, her eyes wide and fearful- obviously unsure if he was awake or not. He pulled his arm away from her to quickly hide his face in his hand, wiping his fingers furiously across his eyes, trying to hide the evidence of the dream.
He felt Pam shift on the bed as she sat up to rest beside him, placing a hand timidly on his leg. He looked down to see he must have kicked all the covers off himself. He felt his heart racing in his chest- and prayed she couldn't hear it as he tried to compose himself.
"Hey," he heard her whisper in his ear, wrapping her other hand on his cheek, trying to pull his face towards her. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly. Jim quickly nodded, grateful his bedroom was still dark to hide his face from her scrutiny. He gulped air in, pushing the lump out of his throat.
"Fine." He managed, rubbing his palms over his knees. "Bad dream." He reassured her , now sporting a small smile, taking her face in his hands and planting a soft kiss on her forehead- pushing the dream from his mind.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" He asked her hairline, not ready to meet her eyes. She felt her sigh loudly, tucking her head on his sweaty shoulder. "I was trying. You were kicking and mumbling- It woke me up." She peered up at him sideways, but he kept his eyes straight ahead.
He had started to rub her stomach absentmindedly, thankful there wasn't a hole like he remembered from the dream. He leaned down and kissed her forehead again, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
She waved his apology off, pulling him softly back to the bed, and settling on his chest. She ran her fingers over the worn material of his shirt, trying to gently calm him. "Do you want to talk about it?" She looked up from his chest, for the first time meeting his eyes.
He stared at her for a moment, deliberating. But he remembered his silent vow he had made in the bathroom- that he wouldn't burden her with his insignificant dream. He was supposed to be the strong one. For the three of them. So he shook his head against the pillow, forcing a smile. "I can't even remember it now." He lied- tangling his fingers in her hair and letting them dance softly around the curls. This was enough to settle his stomach and let exhaustion take over to pull him back to sleep.
Pam stayed up a little longer, feeling the bile of hurt take over. She knew he was lying- this was the third night this week he was talking in his sleep; asking for her, calling her name- but it always ended up with him jerking awake, resettling quickly trying not to wake her. Why couldn't he just be honest with her, she wondered. She wrapped her hand over her stomach, sniffling as she feared he was having second thoughts about her and the baby. Maybe he wished this hadn't happened, that she was now useless and dependent on him, and trapping him with the pregnancy.
She stifled a small sob, pulling away from his chest and unwrapping his hand from her hair to silently cry with her back to him, the same way he was turning his back on her.