Charlie & Vox

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Art by kokqus

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"It's me," Charlie replied immediately, though guilt was all over her face. Oh no... that must've been her fault, it's just... she just didn't want him to be uncomfortable and in pain all night...!

But whatever happened, he was here now, and...

"You're safe, it's okay-- I think you were having a nightmare," she murmured apologetically, resting her hand on his face where a forehead ought to be. It was strange, how he sweated... had condensation? Something-- it was damp, either way. "You're safe, here... just catch your breath."

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His heart beat hard enough that he wondered if it could be heard, all but trying to claw its way through his ribs, or... whatever the fuck he had now.

His head felt like it was underwater, floating, and he still felt no pain aside from the ache of his muscles spasming and tightening in response to the all-out running he'd been doing in his mind. Nightmare... he had a nightmare... what was on his head?? Right... that is his head, now... it was broken...

His breaths, shallow gulps for air, slowed gradually. Okay, no wonder they made the stuff suuuper illegal.

"...Sorry," he managed, swallowed. "Damn, I... I don't usually have nightmares. First time for everything, right?..."

Another breath. Okay. He was okay. C'mon, you're a television legend. get your shit together.

"What- what time is it?" When everything was red as it ever was, it was pretty hard to get a sense of time already.