Somebody Save Me From Myself (Open)

John sighed, and stroked Ted's hair, wanting to make sure he was okay.

Ted sighed slightly, loving the feel of John. He shifted slightly, laying his head on Johns thigh, drawing circles on his thigh.

John smiled softly as he watched Ted. "How do you feel?" He asked softly.

"Tired," Ted murmured. He sighed, kissing Johns thigh softly.

John chuckled tiredly. "Your telling me." He mumbled, stroking Ted's short hair. "You were up all night." He said.

Ted nodded. "I know," he said. And he did. Everytime he woke up, he felt like he had just fallen asleep.

"You gonna be okay for now?" He asked, rubbing Ted's back. He wasn't the dominant one, but he knew how to take care of somebody better than anyone.

"For now," Ted replied quietly. He hated had a night like this in years.

John nodded. He had nightmares like Ted just had. He would wake up, screaming and crying, sometimes so scared to the point where he would wet the bed. He sighed and sunk down, resting his head on top of Ted's.

Ted sighed. He had just woken up but he was already ready to go back to bed.

"Ted... do you think you'll be okay on your own for a half an hour, or do you want me to stay?" He whispered.

"Ill be okay. I want some alone time anyways," Ted replied, smiling softly up at him.

John let out a breath. "Oh thank god!" He said and dashed into the bathroom, relieving himself after 12 hours. When he finished he looked at Ted. "I'm gonna go grab some food, want anything?" He asked, grabbing his key card.

Ted just shook his head. The thought of food made him sick.

John shurgged. "Okay, I'll be back in 15 minutes." he said and left the room.

Ted sighed. He got up, walking over to the minibar and pulling out a bottle of Jack. He took a few big gulps before sitting back on the bed, the Jack on the nightstand.

John returned 15 minutes later, and saw the bottle of Jack on the nightstand. "No! Seriously, Ted, drinking won't help! It'll just make thinks worse." He growled and snatched up the bottle.

Ted didnt reply, for he was fast asleep.

John rolled his eyes and put the bottle away. After he ate his food, and laid down next to Ted.

Ted slept peacefully. No dreams, no nightmares, just dark, refreshing sleep.

John didn't sleep as peacefully, tossing and turning, clawing at himself as Dave haunted his dreams. "Please... I'm sorry, please don't, I'm sorry..." he whimpered in his sleep.

Ted didnt wake. He couldnt. He was passed out, sleeping away te alcohol. But if he knew what John was going through, he would have woken up instantly.

That's when John let out a loud, ear-piercing scream that was heard throughout the entire hotel. tears rolling down his cheeks, he was squirming on the bed... he wanted the strange men off.

Ted flinched, waking up slightly. But the alcohol was too strong, he had drank too much. He fell back into the darkness. And again, he wasnt sure he would ever come out.

John's body was shaking terribly, sweat pouring down his forehead. He was unable to wake up, though he wanted to. Hie body jerked, as if he was being hit and abused for really. His nightmares were so vivid, it was like he was feeling it all over again for real.