Waking up...once and again

The first thing I’m aware of, I’m sitting up in bed, my head, chest, shoulder, and heart aching like mad. I almost yell out from the immediacy of it, the combination o’ the physical pain and the lingering fear, but settle for just flouncing back into the bed. The evening before was like a really bad nightmare. Maybe more so with what I just woke up from.

I wipe the sweat from my eyes and look down at the bandage on my wrist, perplexed. Don’t remember getting hit there, but then there’s some things I don’t quite remember. Like anything between Fred getting crucio’d to when I woke up with the taste o’ blood-replenishment potion in my mouth. Fred was there. Fred was alive. He was talking to me. That last bit ‘fore right now was just a dream

( Just a night terror )