Josie barely kept herself from breaking down in her bedroom, swallowing the brick in her throat as phantom sensations crawled over her trembling body. She tried to regulate her breathing but revisiting the memory of the nightmare brought back goosebumps to her arms, her chest billowing and burning with every agonising lungful of air taken.
When Jo finally registered the lethargic sickness rolling in her empty belly as Kolya curled next to her cheek, she felt her weary heart cry inside.
(How the ever-loving fuck was she supposed to cope with constantly reliving her death just as helpless as she was the first fucking time?)