~Eleven'sPirouette~ and counting stars

[bibliophile;]

She smiled and snuggled into him. She yawned, covering her mouth.

(I think I'm gonna have Jack have PTSD.)

[twofrogsinacoat]

(Ooh okay! That's a cool idea. O: Do you wanna go over to Cecilie and Jack?)

[bibliophile;]

(Sure. Will you start?)

[twofrogsinacoat]

(Sure!)

Cecilie collapsed in bed after a long day of taking care of the kids. She sighed and ran her hands over her face. She'd finally gotten everyone to bed.

[bibliophile;]

Jack hadn't felt that well that day. He was in bed, trying to sleep. He was half way there, but kept whimpering and moving.

[twofrogsinacoat]

Cecilie rolled on her side and rubbed his arm gently. She frowned. "Jack? Jack, baby, you okay?"

[bibliophile;]

His brow furrowed, and he squirmed, curling up and holding his ears. He could hear the guns and screams and he saw the people being shot, the ones who were his friends. He laced his fingers behind his head.

[twofrogsinacoat]

Cecilie's eyes widened. "Jack?" she asked again, starting to get scared. She sat up and leaned over him, shaking his shoulder lightly. "Jack, please, wake up," she begged.

[bibliophile;]

Jack jumped awake, breathing heavily. He looked around and then pulled his knees up.

[twofrogsinacoat]

Cecilie jumped back in alarm, taking her hand from him. Seeing Jack like this terrified her; so much, in fact, that she began to cry. "Jack?"