Elena's P.O.V
I gasp awake, my eyes flickering open to a dimly lit room. Confusion clouds my senses for a moment, and then I see Vincent, sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking me gently. His concerned eyes meet mine as I struggle to catch my breath.
"Elena, hey, it's okay," he says, his voice soothing. "You were having a nightmare."
I blink, disoriented, and then he pulls me into a tight hug. The warmth of his embrace is a comforting anchor, and I feel the tension in my body start to ease even as my mind takes a second to awaken to reality after everything I had just witnessed.
"Vincent," I whisper, my voice shaky. "What happened?"
"You were screaming in your sleep," he replies, still holding me close. "I was trying to wake you up. It seemed like a really bad dream."
