Chapter 20

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Bo rarely had nightmares. Sure, he had his share of bad dreams, but never had he woken up howling like a dying Orc, drenched in sweat and utterly delirious. He had dreamt of the fight, of running after that bandit leader. The agonizing pain he had endured when his leg had been broken, and the fear he had felt when he realized he was going to die. A troll had appeared from within the cave, and it seemed like the bandit had been hoping to trick Bo into its trap, but hadn't been expecting for his plan to fail.

Bo had watched as the troll took out the Orc, crushing him like he was no more than a piece of pottery, and then turned to Bo with its beady little black eyes.

Bo had never felt such pain before, as the frosty white beast grasped him with his claws and a chunk of his own flesh was torn from his body.

Jane had noticed Bo starting to whimper in his sleep, though she had not tried to rouse him. He started to sweat and shuddered, his body trembling while his nightmares chased him.

When she could wait no longer, and Bo was beginning to get louder, she tried to wake him up, and it was only in the nick of time that she got out of his way, for when he awoke, he thought he was being attacked by a troll.

Nazgurat rushed in, and held Bo down to keep him from lashing out and hurting him self or someone else, trying to get through him. When he finally realized where he was Bo started to cry uncontrollably, curling up and starting to rock back and forth. He wailed, and the sound drove Jane over the top, his crying so heart breaking she stood there, a shaking hand covering her mouth while tears streamed down her face.

His body ached, he felt the pain in his hip and the part that was missing so clear he was blinded by it, heard the snap of his bone as a giant warhammer was brought down upon it; and wept for a very long time.

Nazgurat knelt beside him, murmuring to him in their Orcish language, smoothing back his hair, a worried look on his face. All traces of anger from earlier in the day were gone, replaced with deep concern for Bo's state of mind. Jane finally composed herself enough to go over to him, and when she gently lay a hand on his shoulder Bo had reached out and pulled her to him, nearly crawling into her lap, which was a hard thing to do with an enormous Orc.

Eventually he lay with his head in Jane's lap, clutching the blanket Nazgurat had wrapped around him, and slipped in and out of sleep for the rest of the night, with Jane watching over him.