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Scenario: Sam is startled by a nightmare

Setting: Their bedroom during a late night

Reason for Scenario: We all thought of Sam comforting Nadine, but what about Nadine comforting Sam?

Someone woke me up. I was starting to hear voices in the apartment and I was already opening my nightstand drawer for my pistol. Sam needs to wake up, I thought.

I waited for a few more moments to hear whoever was whispering until I recognized the voice. I had my hand on my gun when I began to turn over to check on Sam. He was laying on his back, sweating and mumbling in his sleep. Something was wrong.

"Sam?" I muttered and I began to gently push at his arm.

Sam doesn't respond and began to panic in his sleep. He was having a nightmare.

"Sam!" I shouted and pushed him even harder. "Wake up!"

Suddenly, Sam jerked up.

"Nathan!" He yelled, startling me.

"Sam!" I shouted again, and he finally realized he woke up.

Sam made eye contact with me and I was able to see tears hanging on his eyelashes. What was he dreaming about, I thought as I took a good look at him.

"Are you alright?" I asked him, trying to smirk at him. "You had quite the nightmare."

"Shit, I'm sorry, Nadine." Sam huffed from being out of breath.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Sam scoffs as he drops back into the bed, laying an arm over his forehead. "Nah, I'm fine."

"My Mother used to tell me that if you talk to someone about your nightmares, they won't come true."

"Nadine, I'm fine." Sam repeated before lowering his arm to his side. "It was just a bad dream. Why're you so worried?"

"You've been talking in your sleep for the past three days now. Tonight was the worst of the three. You've done this before, but it wasn't like what just happened."

Sam hesitated, making me completely sit up.

"Tell me, Sam." I continued.

"Alright." Sam sighs. "Three days ago marks my eighteen year of reminding myself I was nearly shot to death right in front of my little brother. So, I probably just had a bunch of memories attack me, alright?"

I continued to stare at him, worried. And, Sam knew I was.

"Nadine, again, I'm fine." Sam repeated once more.

I didn't know what to say, completely lost on words. I knew about his past, but this was the first time realizing it really bruised him. This was the most I've seen Sam vulnerable, and it came from a nightmare!

Sam looks away from me and down at his lap while quickly wiping away his eyes.

"Sam." I say as I laid back down.

"Hmm?"

Sam eyed me again.

"Come here, lay your head down."

Sam hesitated, but he did what he was told and shuffled in bed to get himself comfortable to lay his head on my chest. I kissed his temple before I lifted his t-shirt to reveal his three scars on his waist; I laid my hand over them.

I didn't know if my hand was cold to Sam, but I saw his jaws clench. I began to play in his hair, kissing him again on the top of his head.

"Thanks, Nadine." Sam muttered, looking up at me.

I smiled down at him. "You're welcome."

It took Sam about ten minutes before he finally nodded off to sleep; he was finally relaxed. I kissed his head one last time before falling asleep myself.

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