Seona’s POV
Mark’s desperate cries slowly peter out, leaving the man gasping for breath as sweat drips down his face. His eyes are still closed tightly, but his fists have relaxed slightly and I suck up the courage to finally touch him.
Reaching for his arm, I lay my palm gently against his fair covered limb, watching intently to see if he wakes, but he doesn’t.
‘Mark’ I call out again, shaking him gently, ‘can you hear me? You’re dreaming, Mark?’
The soldier whimpers, shaking his head slightly as though he is trying to shake away whatever he can see.
‘Mark?’ I shake him harder and the broad man jerks awake, his arm moving at speed as a hand wraps around my useable wrist turning me on the couch so my face hits the cushion, my arm twisted uncomfortably behind my back.
‘It’s OK, It’s me! Ma……
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