Leighton
“No! Get back from the wall!"
I'm having the weirdest dream. Holden is telling me to get back from some wall, and screaming at me to take cover. I feel a huge weight on top of me, strangling the breath out of my lungs. My eyes pop open and I realize quickly I'm not having the dream, Holden is.
It's a nightmare. He's on top of me, his hands on my head, protecting me from some unknown flying object he's seeing in his dream. I try to get up.
“Stay the f**k down, we don't know when they'll come back around. We've got to radio in and let them know we're under attack."
“We're good, Havoc." I purposely use his call sign. “We're good." I grab hold of his hand. “They won't be coming back around tonight."
He opens his eyes, but he's not seeing me. They aren't focused, and he's not loc
