They were violent at first, causing me to thrash and scream, but Henry had been there to wake me from it each time, to hold my head as I cried. Sometimes I climbed into bed with him in the middle of the night, a preemptive strike against the night terrors. Just the act of sleeping beside him, without even touching, gave me the comfort I needed to stay asleep. I hadn’t had any nightmares in a while. Until tonight. I dreamt that Jason was walking around a rundown, deserted neighborhood of cement buildings without his weapons or any form of communication. He passed a mangy dog and stopped to pet it, and in that small moment of distraction, a sniper on the rooftop was able to take him out. This dream was different, however, because Henry ran out into the street without body armor and crouched beside my fallen brother. He was shot in the back of the head. I woke up, shaking and covered in sweat, suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense to see Henry and make sure he was okay. So even though it was after midnight, I tiptoed past the living room and peered into his room.
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