Build Your Own Nightmare Ending 2
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Alan woke with a start and pushed himself up. The t-shirt he had on was clinging to his body, and he was disoriented, gasping for air. Not thinking about the stitching on his chest, he stood up and felt a sharp pain radiating through him. He stopped and leaned up against the wall and waited for the pain to dull. He called out to Robert, but there was no response.
Alan was confused. Why would Robert leave, and where did he go? A quick moment of panic flooded his brain; maybe Robert had just left him. Alan made his way to the bathroom and grabbed his medication bottle, working on trying to get the cap off and struggling with liberating two pills. Filling a glass with water, he swallowed the pills and headed back to bed.
Looking at the disheveled bed, he just couldn’t bring himself to lay back down. The actual contents of the dream had escaped when he woke, but the remnants that it was about Robert being gone stuck with him. He changed t-shirts and looked down at his bandage, seeing flecks of red, telling him that it needed to be changed. Alan ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back off his face, and walked into the living room. The room was warm, but lonely. It was missing Robert. Alan sat down on the couch and folded himself up, staring at the off telly and just trying to remember what had happened to leave him feeling so lost, for lack of a better word.
Alan felt the pain meds start to work and he started to get drowsy. He head started to flop forward of it’s own will, so he laid down, taking the blanket from the back of the couch. He managed to get it halfway on his body, his eyes at half-mast, fighting sleep as hard as he could, not wanting to go back to bad dreams.
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Robert struggled to get the key into the door. Finally walking into the flat he set his bags down and took off his coat. He grabbed his bags, happy with himself that he decided to make some soup from scratch for Alan. He walked by the couch and was surprised to see Alan lying there, partially covered with a blanket. His hair looked damp and he had changed shirts. Setting the bags down quickly, he ran over, sitting on the coffee table. “Are you okay?”
Alan cracked open his eyes. “Had a nightmare and you weren’t here.”
“I’m here now, sit up.” Robert helped Alan sit up and sat down on the couch, settling Alan’s head in his lap, running his fingers through the still damp hair. “Tell me what happened.”
“Where did you go? “
“I just went to get some food.” Robert’s voice softened, “Alan what happened in your dream.”
“Not sure, I woke up disoriented, and I couldn’t find you.”
“I’m here now and you need rest. Let me get your pills, it is just about time for them.”
“Took pills. Tired, don’t leave.”
“I’m here, I am not going any place. Just rest.” Robert leaned forward and kissed Alan’s temple, then returned to stroking his head and arms.
“Stay, don’t leave.”
Robert softened his voice, “I’m here Alan, I am not going anywhere, sleep now.”
Nevermind I want to read the other ending!
Or return to Story:
5.6 An Evening Repast
Alan woke with a start and pushed himself up. The t-shirt he had on was clinging to his body, and he was disoriented, gasping for air. Not thinking about the stitching on his chest, he stood up and felt a sharp pain radiating through him. He stopped and leaned up against the wall and waited for the pain to dull. He called out to Robert, but there was no response.
Alan was confused. Why would Robert leave, and where did he go? A quick moment of panic flooded his brain; maybe Robert had just left him. Alan made his way to the bathroom and grabbed his medication bottle, working on trying to get the cap off and struggling with liberating two pills. Filling a glass with water, he swallowed the pills and headed back to bed.
Looking at the disheveled bed, he just couldn’t bring himself to lay back down. The actual contents of the dream had escaped when he woke, but the remnants that it was about Robert being gone stuck with him. He changed t-shirts and looked down at his bandage, seeing flecks of red, telling him that it needed to be changed. Alan ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back off his face, and walked into the living room. The room was warm, but lonely. It was missing Robert. Alan sat down on the couch and folded himself up, staring at the off telly and just trying to remember what had happened to leave him feeling so lost, for lack of a better word.
Alan felt the pain meds start to work and he started to get drowsy. He head started to flop forward of it’s own will, so he laid down, taking the blanket from the back of the couch. He managed to get it halfway on his body, his eyes at half-mast, fighting sleep as hard as he could, not wanting to go back to bad dreams.
***
Robert struggled to get the key into the door. Finally walking into the flat he set his bags down and took off his coat. He grabbed his bags, happy with himself that he decided to make some soup from scratch for Alan. He walked by the couch and was surprised to see Alan lying there, partially covered with a blanket. His hair looked damp and he had changed shirts. Setting the bags down quickly, he ran over, sitting on the coffee table. “Are you okay?”
Alan cracked open his eyes. “Had a nightmare and you weren’t here.”
“I’m here now, sit up.” Robert helped Alan sit up and sat down on the couch, settling Alan’s head in his lap, running his fingers through the still damp hair. “Tell me what happened.”
“Where did you go? “
“I just went to get some food.” Robert’s voice softened, “Alan what happened in your dream.”
“Not sure, I woke up disoriented, and I couldn’t find you.”
“I’m here now and you need rest. Let me get your pills, it is just about time for them.”
“Took pills. Tired, don’t leave.”
“I’m here, I am not going any place. Just rest.” Robert leaned forward and kissed Alan’s temple, then returned to stroking his head and arms.
“Stay, don’t leave.”
Robert softened his voice, “I’m here Alan, I am not going anywhere, sleep now.”
Nevermind I want to read the other ending!
Or return to Story:
5.6 An Evening Repast