[Five days was an exceptionally long time for Alex, and later she'd been amused bt the symmetry of how five days kept being something that he did without really meaning to do it. But for right now, she was just focused on him being here and awake, with life in his face before he covered it over.
While demons made most of the fodder for Alex's nightmares, there were nights when the demons were content to take the back seat and allow the end of the world to come to the forefront, drawn there by Alex's guilt about the things that the show might have done, even if Strand contended that there was nothing going on. It was during those dreams that Alex's subconscious truly ran wild, and decided to be as hard on her as it could be.
More times than she wanted to think about (especially since she'd been here) Alex Reagan had dreamed about finding Richard Strand dead. Sometimes it was bloody, sigils and sacred geometry carved into his chest or Warren sacrificing him to Tiamat on some sort of alter while she was forced to watch. Other times it was going to see him and finding him hanging like Maddie Franks in the large foyer of his father's house, his face blew and his hands at his neck trying to get loose.
But even with the blood and the trauma that went along with the others, the ones that were scariest to her somehow were the ones where she just found Strand dead and vacant in her bed like he'd been placed there as a present. She hated those dreams, when she couldn't find a sign of rousing in him and he was pale and slack with those lively eyes fixed and staring past her. That was what this had reminded her of, and she never wanted to think about it again.
So, Alex's voice was little when she asked softly:]
Can you stay a few more minutes, please?
[Yes, showering was important, but so was his just being here and not being in the coma, so Alex didn't feel like she was dreaming his waking up.]
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While demons made most of the fodder for Alex's nightmares, there were nights when the demons were content to take the back seat and allow the end of the world to come to the forefront, drawn there by Alex's guilt about the things that the show might have done, even if Strand contended that there was nothing going on. It was during those dreams that Alex's subconscious truly ran wild, and decided to be as hard on her as it could be.
More times than she wanted to think about (especially since she'd been here) Alex Reagan had dreamed about finding Richard Strand dead. Sometimes it was bloody, sigils and sacred geometry carved into his chest or Warren sacrificing him to Tiamat on some sort of alter while she was forced to watch. Other times it was going to see him and finding him hanging like Maddie Franks in the large foyer of his father's house, his face blew and his hands at his neck trying to get loose.
But even with the blood and the trauma that went along with the others, the ones that were scariest to her somehow were the ones where she just found Strand dead and vacant in her bed like he'd been placed there as a present. She hated those dreams, when she couldn't find a sign of rousing in him and he was pale and slack with those lively eyes fixed and staring past her. That was what this had reminded her of, and she never wanted to think about it again.
So, Alex's voice was little when she asked softly:]
Can you stay a few more minutes, please?
[Yes, showering was important, but so was his just being here and not being in the coma, so Alex didn't feel like she was dreaming his waking up.]