CHRIS POV
I wake up in the middle of the night for whatever reason. I decide the reason is that I'm thirsty, and leave the bedroom to make my way downstairs. I pass PJ's open bedroom, and peek my head around to corner. I instantly notice his discomfort as he whimpers quietly.
"Peej?" I whisper. "You okay?"
He doesn't respond and I realise he's having a nightmare. I'm about to leave him when he cries out again, and I walk into his room further to see sweat on his forehead. He's shaking too, and his hands are clenched into fists. His face is scrunched up and although he probably isn't he looks like he's in pain. I can't bear to see him so frustrated. Unsure of what to do, I step closer to his and gently touch his hand, which looks like something will go horribly wrong if it's clenched any more.
"PJ?" My finger glides gently over his fist in an attempt to try to calm him. I dance my fingertips around his wrist and pull them back down to his knuckles. I keep doing that until his hand starts to relax slightly. His cries eventually stop, and he starts to look less panicked. I let go of him for a moment and his hand twitches. He starts to look pained again and I change my mind about leaving. I sit down on the floor next to his bed, still stroking his hand. I feel my own eyelids drooping and lay down on the carpet, still touching his fingers.
PJ POV
I wake up with a strangled noise coming from my mouth. I don't know why I feel so nervous, or why I'm sweating, or why there's nail marks in my palms. I don't know the time, but it's probably early in the morning as it's still dark. I turn to my side and see Chris lying on the floor, snoring.
"Chris?" I mumble. He doesn't stir. I forget whatever I meant to say after and fall back asleep.
