Nikolai rushed into the bedroom where Gertrude was waiting. She was sitting next to the bed watching as Roxanne tossed and turned, the bedsheets all thrown about. She was whimpering and holding a pillow against her, kicking her legs as if caught in some kind of struggle before she settled down again. Sweat was dripping down the side of her face and Gertrude tried to place a cold cloth on her forehead but she was moving too much for it to stay for long.
“What is wrong? Why don’t we just wake her up? She is obviously having a nightmare.” Nikolai asked, moving to the side of the bed where Gertrude was.
“I have tried but nothing seems to wake her! It is as if she is trapped within her own mind.” Gertrude informed him.
Roxanne let out another whimper and gripped tightly onto the pillow she
