I know mob boy is watching me like he expects me to flake out on him again. I don't remember what happened before I woke up with a headache and him wrapped around me like a shield, but I remember my mother. At least it's keeping him off my ass about the other thing.
I snuggled in closer to his warmth and fought back the nausea at the memories going through my head. The blood, the horror, the screams... 'Mommy'. My heart hurt and my breath caught in my lungs as I tried to stifle the tears and moans of remembered pain.