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Anya's eyes snapped with a scream and she sat up on the bed gasping.
"Anya!" Jungkook's voice was panicked, filled with worry. He shot upright beside her, his hands grabbing her shoulders. "What's wrong? What happened?"
Anya's chest heaved, her heart racing as if she had run a marathon. Her eyes were wide with fear, her eyes looked her surrounding, trying to convince herself it was just a nightmare. She was breathing heavily, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Baby, look at me." Jungkook's tone was firm yet soothing.
He grabbed her by the shoulder before he could turn her towards him. Anya backed away from his hold and crawled back against the headrest of the bed, her eyes still roaming the room, her mind unable to comprehend that she was awake.
Jungkook, who was now fully awake, felt his heart break at the state Anya was in. He knew that look—the fear, the panic—too well.
He quickly turned on bedside lamps and reached out and with both gentle hands, he touched her cheek, caressing it gently and turning her to face him.
"Anya, look at me," he said, his voice soft but loud enough to pull Anya out of her dream.
Anya's eyes, wild and unfocused, finally met his and with a desparation she threw herself in his arm, hiding herself in his arm, "S...Save me, please"
Jungkook quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him. She was trembling, her whole body shaking as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. His heart ached as he held her.
"Baby, it's okay," he murmured, stroking her hair. "You're safe, I'm here. It was just a nightmare."
The words, meant to soothe her, only seemed to make things worse. Anya clutched at him tightly, her fingers digging into his shirts as she let out a strangled sob.
"No, no, it wasn't just a nightmare," she whispered, her voice breaking. "There was blood,... A lot of blood. Please don't let go of me. Please..."
Jungkook tightened his hold on her, his heart clenching at her broken words. He understood her fear, knew the depth of her trauma.
"I won't," he affirmed, his voice steady and filled with promise. "I won't let go, I promise. You're safe with me, Anya. I won't let anything hurt you."
He continued to rub her back, trying to soothe her trembling form. The sight of her so terrified made him want to hunt down whatever had caused this nightmare and destroy it.
After what felt like forever, Anya's trembling subsided, replaced by a silent hiccuping, her tears slowly dying down. She kept her face buried in his chest, refusing to move.
