Nightmare

It was all blood. Blood was everywhere. On Eleven's hands. On Zeiss's chest. His blank eyes stared up at her as her hands shook uncontrollably. A faint thumping sound caught her attention, and she turned to see a bloody heart pulsing atop the stained sheets.

She screamed.

"Eleven!"

Eleven snapped her eyes open, dazed and disoriented, as though she didn't know where she was. She looked up at Zeiss, whose face was scrunched in worry. She lifted her trembling hands and touched his face.

He was real. He was alive. Thank goodness.

"You're alive..." she muttered, her breath shaky. Her eyes were puffy from crying, and her face was flushed from thrashing on the bed.

"Of course I'm alive, little girl." He leaned away slightly to help her sit up. "Was it a nightmare?" he asked softly, pulling her close so she could rest her head on his chest while his arms embraced her.

"Yes," Eleven whispered in response.