TW: Nightmare, throw up, slapping. I think that's it.

>>Night Mare<<

Grian pov:

"Grian."

I shake my head.

"Grian."

It's pitch black. I can see something.

"Grian."

I think it's Scar.

"Grian."

The voice is getting louder.

"Grian."

I try to speak but nothing happens.

"Grian."

The thing gets closer.

"Grian."

It's definitely Scar.

"Grian."

He looks in pain.

"Grian."

I don't like seeing him in pain.

"Grian."

His face is covered in more scars.

"Grian."

His mouth is moving, it's him talking.

"Help me."

>>Night Mare over, summary at end of chapter<<

I sit up, gasping.

Scar.

Where's Scar.

I jump up, already awake.

I don't change into better clothes before I start flying over to Scar.

"Please be okay, Scar. Please." I plead as I fly through the pitch black skies.

I land at his house five minutes later, out of breath.

I don't knock on his door before I enter.

"Scar!" I yell, trying to feel out his emotions. He's alive, but he's not fine.

I track his emotions, them getting stronger the closer I get.

>>Throw up<<

I find him lying on the ground in the bathroom, the toilet full of sick.

>>Throw up over<<

"Scar!" I yell, shaking him. He wakes up, slightly.

"Scar!" I yell again, holding him. I know he's not sick, it's something else.

He smiles at me.

"Please stay awake, I'll call Stress." I promise him.

I take out my communicator and call Stress.

"It's four in the morning, Grian. What do you need?" She grumbles, having just woken up.

"Scar! I-I don't think he's okay." I yell into the communicator.

"Okay, I'm coming over right away. I'll be there in ten minutes, just try to keep him conscious." She explains and hangs up.

I continuously slap him until his cheek turns red and Stress is here.

"I'm here Grian. I'm sure he's okay." She says, taking him from my shaking hands.

I know he's not dead, but he doesn't have to be for me to care like this.

A/N: Really angsty chapter, I think.

Summary: Night mare: Grian has a nightmare about Scar not being okay and asking grian for help Throw up: It's not that big, but he threw up in the toilet.

Word count: 374