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Nightmares - first meeting with a griever

This is the end of 'first meeting with a griever' but if you haven't read them I would advise you too but it's not necessary.
I hope you guys are enjoying these.

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You sip the cold water and tighten the blanket around you. It's a cold night but you still sweat and shake, the nightmares have been really bad tonight. At the moment you are recovering from the fourth one, each nightmare has been the same and each time you have been just as scared.
You finish the drink and yawn, you wish you could sleep but your too scared.
You get up slowly and start to wash the cup, if anyone knew you had issues sleeping they would make such a fuss that would release the pain, which would make you look weak, so no one can find out. Its complicated but necessary if you wanted to survive in a place full of boys.
You have five hours until you need to be awake, you look over at the coffee, should I?
It's so tempting to just have some and spend the rest of the night safely from the nightmares. But in truth not even coffee would have the power to stop them, they have been coming every night for almost two weeks, since you woke from the changing and nothing has worked yet, even sleeping in the day time.

You leave the kitchen, a small wind blows against the blanket ripping it from your hands, the coldness attacks you through your pyjamas making you shiver with the sweating and shaking.
You grab the blanket and wrap it around you to defend you against everything. You quickly walk to the homestead.
The homestead is dark, small cracks of moonlight stop the place from being completely black.
You stumble towards stairs, ever since the nightmares started you have been sleeping inside the homestead, you fumble around in your pocket and pull out a torch, turning it on you start to climb the creaky stairs.

At the top you walk down the narrow corridor, your room is at the very end, you take a deep breath and push open your bedroom door.

"Huh hm" someone coughs from behind, you jump with a small yelp and turn around.

Newt leans on the door frame, his blond hair is messy and he doesn't wear a top. You gasp at his toned chest, he is SO hot.

He smirks at you,"what you looking at love?"

You panic, "nothing." And turn towards your room, hiding the blushing, you loved it when he called you 'love'.

He moves swiftly towards you, "why are you still awake?" His body is right behind yours.

You turn around, facing straight into his chest, "I can't sleep, that's all."

"So where did you go?"

"I went to get a drink, if you don't mind."

"How hard is getting a drink, did it honestly take you four goes?"

You look at the floor, he has been awake listening to you, "how do you know?" You ask sheepishly, already knowing the answer.

"The creaky floorboards outside your room woke me up, so why can't you sleep?"

"Nightmares." You say, the word sound wrong as if you are emitting defeat.

Newt gently pulls your head up with his fingers, "you don't need to be embarrassed to admit that you have nightmares love."

You rest your head in his hands, "I know, there just so..." You start to sob.

"Shhh, hey, there's nothing to be scared of, I'll be here for you." He wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you into his warm body, where you cry letting out the pain and tiredness of two weeks of nightmares.
When you finish, his chest is damp, you don't want to leave.