Nile's eyes snapped open, his breath coming out in pants as a chilling feeling gripped him, his heart racing a mile a minute and a bitter feeling was settled in the pit of his stomach.
The bloody sights, the sounds, the freezing cold, the smell of blood...it all had been so real and Nile doubled over to the side, dry heaving.
Nile felt a hand running down his back in a comforting motion, he had not even realized he was not alone but for some reason the touch from this hand warmed his heart and eased the ache, if only by just a little.
Nile shuddered, whether it was the cold or the horror from his vision, Nile was not certain but he remained leaning on his hands as he struggled to calm his breathing.
Nile felt a hand brush his forehead, pulling back the strands of hair that dangled before him so they splayed down his back.
