[OOM] Post-nightmares.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton is stumbling down the hallway, dragging one leg behind him. He's wearing his sleep clothes, which pretty much consist of a pair of wool trousers, and he's covered in soil. Blood, too, as he seems to be have gashes on practically every part of his body, and the two have mixed together to form some sort of brownish-red paste that masks the wounds and bruises below.

He's not entirely certain where he's heading. It's not down to the bar, but he forgot the actual destination some time back.

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[necessary_child]

"I'll worry if I want," Sam teases gently, voice still scratchy, and coughs again, but quieter this time.

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"Midgetdork." Atton replies, lightly. "What happened t'you?"

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"I don't..." Sam frowns. "I don't know. It was weird."

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"Yeah. Weird seems to be a recurring element."

[necessary_child]

"It was... odd. I didn't like it." Sam, preoccupied, combs another strand of spit from his hair.

"What happened to you?"

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Atton opens his mouth to say.

This is your punishment.

"I ..." He screws his face up into a frown. "Doesn't matter. Ran into a door. Pass me those bandages, I need t'bandage up some of those cuts you have."

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Sam's hand closes over the bandages.

"Tell me what happened, and I'll let you do it."

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"Give me those bandages, and I won't hit you." Atton replies. "It - It was just a nightmare. Weird and I didn't like it and violent. I don't want to talk about it."

[necessary_child]

"You're in no condition to hit anyone, right now." Sam's hand stays firmly over the bandages.

"What happened, Atton? I'll tell you what happened to me, if you want."

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"Give me the bandages and tell me what happened t'you. Then I'll tell you what happened to me." Atton scowls.

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"Promise?"

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Atton pauses, reluctant.
"Promise."

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"Okay." Sam takes his hand off the bandages and leans forwards to try to make Atton's job easier.

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"Dorkface." Atton remarks, starting to apply the bandages. "What happened, then?"

[necessary_child]

"I don't... really know," Sam murmurs, submitting meekly. "I was asleep, and then I wasn't. It was sort of dreamlike - nothing really felt real. Only then she - Freya - slapped me, and that felt real. Only worse."

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Atton nudges him with his head, gently.
"Go on."

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"I... I thought she was Freya, anyway. But she was dead, even though Freya can't die. She'll never ever ever ever die, just like me."

It's almost sing-song, that last bit, and just a little bit mad.

"And she was all blood and claws. Clawing me."

Sam shudders.

"So I ran, and then there was Michael."

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Atton's worried by the slightly mad way Sam's talking. Sam gets a squeeze and another nudge.
"'S okay. It wasn't real. What happened then?"

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"He said stuff. Only he was dead too, all blood going drip, drip, drip. And the doors wouldn't stop slamming. And then he went to cut me and I ran again, but there were more people, only they weren't really people but they looked like the people I used to know before they died and they were saying stuff because I left them but they left me, really, same as everyone does. And they were all sort of - clawing at me and all the blood and spit and stuff went drip, drip, drip."

...Sam is, of course, totally sane. Really.

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Atton's really worried now. Granted, he's not entirely certain of his own sanity, but at least it's not showing.

"Hey. Look at me? 'S wasn't real. 'S all okay."

[necessary_child]

Well, everyone has their off days.

He leans back against Atton, and does look up at him, this time. "Yeah."

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Atton cleans Sam's wounds with the Force, wraps bandages around. It's comfortingly repetitive.

"And 'm not going t'leave you. Promise. If I die, I'll come back t'the bar." Lightly. "Have t'make sure you don't get into trouble."

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"Can't be sure've that, though, can you?" Sam leans against him more heavily. "That you'll come back, I mean."

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"Can. Ghosts exist in my world, after all, and I bet they can open doors." Atton grins, without really feeling it. "And you're my best friend - 'M not leaving you behind."

[necessary_child]

"Okay."

It is possible that Sam's clinging, a bit. Just possible.