He thrashed around in his sleep that night. Screaming and gasping for breath. He sweat profusely causing his sheets to look as if a bucket of water was thrown over them.
Victoria rushed inside the room and switched on the lights. She ran to his side her panicked voice called out to him.
"Michael!"
But there was no response he continued to scream. She lifted his head from the bed and shook his shoulders gently. His eyes fluttered open and greeted Victoria's confused gaze but he seemed dazed.
"Are you alright?" Her voice dripped with concern. She sat beside him on the bed and rubbed his back.
His eyes held so much fear as if he was still in a dream as if he hasn't fully woken up.