A loud shriek of what could be chalked up as terror sounded, causing Annie Brackett to jump awake and tear at her blankets in a panic, trying desperately to get out of bed and check on Laurie.
A few moments passed before the brunette's movements stilled as she realized that it had been her own shriek that had came bursting out of her during a rare nightmare. "Rare" because, despite never taking her medication, Annie almost never had nightmares; that was Laurie's job.
Most people would question why somebody who survived an attack by Michael Myers would choose not to take medication to numb the still very-real trauma for a good night's sleep, but Annie had a reason. The reason being that despite the occasional bad dream, Annie usually didn't dream about anything. Once she drifted off it was all darkness for the next eight hours. Or at least that's the "reason" she gives to anybody who bothers to ask.
The real reason? Laurie. She saw how much the blonde girl relied on her medication just to get to sleep even though those pills did nothing to help the nightmares she woke up screaming from every night. Sure, those nightmares drove Laurie straight into Annie's arms, but Annie would rather go without the other girl as long as it meant she was sleeping nightmare-free.
Once Annie's initial terror subsided and she stopped panicking over her nightmare, she headed in the direction of the bathroom. To pop pills? No. To reach the comfort of Laurie's bed as soon as possible? Without a doubt.
While Laurie relied on her meds to help her cope, Annie relied on Laurie. And frankly, that's better than anything the doctor can prescribe.