Logan jolted up, panting heavily. He could feel beads of sweat running down his face, and his hands clammy. He clenched his jaw, trying to convince himself that it had only been a simple dream. A terrifying, heart-wrenching dream.
Recently, Logan found that he had been having more and more nightmare.. Maybe it was because he had stayed up late every night trying to train, in result only getting a minimum amount of sleep.
Figuring that staying in bed, worrying that if he fell asleep again the nightmares would come back, he'd visit you. You lived in the room right next to him, only a door away. Pushing himself off his bed, he headed towards your room.
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Logan knocked softly on the door, waiting patiently for me to answer.
"Logan?" you mumbled, rubbing my eyes as I leaned my hand against the door frame. "You alright?"
"Actually no, I had a really bad nightmare," Logan whispered, looking at me with pleading eyes.
I instantly understood what Logan wanted. "Come in, it's okay. You're safe."
I lead Logan inside my room, sitting on my bed. Logan curled up against my covers, smiling slightly.
"Good night, Y/n."
"Good night, Logan."