Nadi shouted. “Deckard, wake up!” As she shook him, Deckard bolted upright into a sitting position as he was startled awake. He was struggling to catch his breath as if he had just sprinted for a mile. “Deckard, you're hurting me,” Nadi said as she grabbed his forearm. It was only then that Deckard realized that he had her wrist in a death grip. He had gripped her so strongly in his sleep that he had left bruises on her. “You were having a nightmare,” she whispered. Deckard laid back down and tried to catch his breath. “What were you dreaming about?” “I don't know,” Deckard said. “It's okay, go back to sleep.” Nadi ran her hand down his chest. They had several days to themselves now. Bill was talking about putting the entire team on leave for a couple weeks.
