by twofrogsinacoat » Sun Mar 02, 2014 2:12 pm
Cecilie hadn't been able to sleep at all since Jack had come to bed; not at all. She'd made sure he was asleep, then pulled out a book and read. If he knew about her lack of sleep, he'd get worried, so she just didn't tell him. But every time that he tossed and turned, she couldn't help but wince a bit. His PTSD was growing increasingly worse by the day, and it was really beginning to worry her. At some point in the night, probably around 3:30, she looked over to she that he was awake. Her lips tugged downward in a frown. "Jack?" she asked softly.