Nightmares ~[Grimm X Reader]~

~ Chapter 16: a Shoulder to Cry on ~

As the day was reaching close to an end, you took time to tend to Grimmy. Boundless energy was something they held, but that came at a high price of needing a lot of rest. You cradled him in your arms, rocking him back and forth like you once did with Pira. Oh, how her bright eyes would look up at you, or small hand would reach up to touch your face since when she closed her eyes you seemed to disappear. Did she think every time she fell asleep that might be the last time she saw you? Her big sister... When she died, your family crumbled.

She had barely any energy to even cry, and your mother laid just as weak by her crib. That putrid fluorescent orange ooze seeped from everywhere. Her mouth, her nose, even her eyes. She was in pain, and you couldn't help her. You saw her in her last moments alive, and she saw you. That would be the last time she would see her big sister... All she wanted was a relief, for you to take the pain away like you would when she would bump into something when crawling or accidentally hit something when flailing her arms. To kiss the bruise, love would heal it. Love heals all wounds it seemed but was that true anymore?

"Y/n?" You heard someone call. You looked up from your pacing and cradling of Grimmy, to see Grimm standing at your doorway. His expression changed when he saw that tears streaked your face, without even noticing yourself. "Y/n, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He then approached slowly. You wiped your tears the best you could, but your arms were full and you felt extremely overwhelmed.

Grimm gently cupped your face, his gentle nimble fingers then were used to wipe away your tears. Your eyes locked with his as he gave you a soft smile, despite showing worry and concern.

"You can tell me when something is wrong... I'm just worried about you." He spoke carefully as he whispered, not wanting to wake his son or cause you more distress.

"I'm fine." you let out as a sigh as Grimm gently dropped his hand from your face. He took Grimmy up into his arms from you, going to put him in his bed. This allowed you to sit down on the edge of your bed and recompose yourself, but darkened thoughts of your lost family never seem to leave you. You thought after Grimm placed Grimmy down you would be left alone to your thoughts, but that didn't seem to be the case as Grimm took a seat next to you on the edge of the bed. When you looked up at him he placed a gentle hand on top of yours, giving a soft but comforting squeeze.

"You trust me, don't you?" He asked, his voice still soft and gentle. You nodded and he continued, "Then, please. Tell me what's wrong, I don't want to see you upset. Was it because of earlier with Ghost?" You decided that there wasn't much else to do then tell him.

"Caring for Grimmy reminds me a lot of when I would care for my little sister. She was only under a year old when the infection started and... She was gone so quickly." You felt your throat tense up and tears filling your eyes once again. You let out a shaky sigh and placed your head in your hands, "S-she was in so much pain... I wish she didn't need to suffer. No one deserved to s-suffer like she did or any of my family." You tried your hardest to keep from crying, afraid to show how weak you really were but as Grimm pulled you close to him into a comforting hug your barrier broke. It started as a small whimper, and soon into gentle sobs. Not one that wracked your entire body with pain, but ones that still caused you to shake and lament clearly. Grimm held you close, saying words of comfort to hopefully calm you down but it had been such a long time since you cried openly.