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Kurt Wagner was having nightmares. It made him scared to sleep.
Flashes of red.
Screams.
Fire.
A red hand slowly reaching out to grab his face.
It was so hot…
Then cold and dark as he woke up. Damp as well- what? He had been sweating in his sleep again.
The sheets stuck to his fuzz, uncomfortable and harsh. He lay back down into the covers, resting his head as he closed his eyes. Just a dream. The same dream. Always the same dream.
He slowed his breaths as he tried to relax again. He didn’t notice his roommate staring at him like he was a crazy man.
Pietro watched from his bed, leaning against a wall book in hand. Ever since him and his crew had moved into the mansion they were getting much more sleep, sleep Pietro didn’t need. So he read, might as well. Nothing else to do.
Except watch his roommate.
Kurt was ok, a bit annoying but nothing Pietro couldent handle. Exept for one thing.
Every night at twelve, Kurt woke up with a gasp. He never noticed Peter was awake, every time he seemed to consumed in his own head to look over. But Pietro was… he wasn’t concerned! No.
He refused to be concerned over an x-geek of all people. But still. It was confusing.
As he saw Kurt’s breathing slow he reached into his drawer and grabbed his jornal. It was new, from the professor that was housing them at the moment. He said it was to record his feelings and thoughts and junk, but that was stupid. He used it to try figure out what his roommate was doing.
He checked the time and noted it, as well as the date. Woke up at 12 on the dot. Again. Pietro flicked through old pages, pages on marked disrupted sleeps. A lot of them.
Back to the tally written in the cover of the book.
He added another slash next to the others.
67.
He’d been here for a while, long enough to get suspicious. Was the guy on something?
He didn’t seem the type. Then again, it could just be pot. But the same time every night seemed coincidence. He put the journal back in his drawer, chucking the pen open somewhere in his sheets. He hoped it made in stains.
He lay back down, shutting the book he was reading. Mutant history. Morbid curiosity.
Sleep never came easy to him, he took five melatonin and passed out.
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Kurt couldent keep his eyes open during class. Human school was hard enough, he got sent to the nurse. It was in math class, which he had alone so he didn’t have to explain himself to his friends. And he didn’t mind missing math at all.
But when he fell asleep in the danger room he was almost caught. Well he was, but not by anyone he actually liked. Pietro had seen him fall asleep and threw a shoe at him. It startled him awake and he glared in the direction the shoe had been thrown in- Pietro didn’t know he could even glare- and threw the shoe back.
….
Then he got taken out of the danger room for throwing things. Great.
He sat in the observing room, arms crossed slightly as he nodded off when he heard a throat clear.
“Want to tell me what that was about?”
Logan. Great. Just the teacher Kurt needed right now.
He looked up.
“Pete threw a shoe at me.”
“I know that.”
Kurt head looked up. He knew? Then why was Kurt taken out of the room and not Peter. Kurt open his mouth to ask but Logan beat him too of.
“Peter threw it to wake you up. My question is why were you asleep- how did you even get to sleep in the room?”
Kurt glanced away. Ah. He should’ve known. Logan would never stop unnecessary violence, it entertained him. Makes sense that he wanted to know this instead.
“I was tired.” Kurt said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“You’ve been tired a lot lately.” Logan states.
“I’m a growing something, i need lots of sleep.” Kurt countered.
“You go to bed at eight and wake up at 7.”
“No one sleeps through the whole night. Didn’t Xavier have to soundproof your room?”
Logan’s eyes narrowed at the snark. Something more was going on here, Kurt wasn’t normally like this. He was normally… peppy. For lack of a better term.
“Most people do sleep through the whole night. So explain why you aren’t.”
Kurt looked away. He didn’t want to talk about this, it wasn’t anyone’s problem but his own. But… well, Logan was old. Maybe he’d know why was happening. Long shot? Yes. But if anyone would know it would be Logan.
“I’ve been having nightmares.” Kurt said.
“At least I think that’s what they are.”
“Nightmares? That’s what’s been keeping you up?”
Logan was surprised. He looked it. You’d never guess Kurt would be the sort of person to get nightmares, but if you thought about it, made sense. In a way.
“Ok. I’ll get chuck to get you some melatonin to help you get to sleep, it’ll send you right off.”
Kurt didn’t want melatonin. It would help him get to sleep, it wouldn’t take the nightmares away. It wouldent help him understand them.
“No- Herr Logan I need help understanding them, I see red and fire and-“
As Kurt started speaking there were loud noises in the danger room, and Logan’s attention was quickly diverted. He looked out into the room where the others were training and saw Scott and Lance engaged in a heated debate. Todd decided to cause chaos and had handed Lance a chair, which was having immediate consequences.
Kurt sighed and turned back to Logan, but the teacher was already heading down.
“Herr Logan, I really need your-“
“Not now kid, I’ve got to handle this. I’ll talk to you after.”
Logan didn’t actually talk to him later. Kurt wanted all through the rest of class, and a
The dinner in a worse mood then before. He knew the teacher was probably busy, but he needed help. And he wasn’t listening.
True to his word though when Kurt came back to his room there was a pill bottle of melatonin on his bed. It wouldn’t help, but it couldn’t hurt.
When Pietro got back to the room he saw Kurt taking the pill and was immediately at his side.
“Can I have some?”
Kurt looked at him, a bit dumbfounded.
“Wha- what for? You already take way too much stuff before you go to bed.”
Pietro scoffed and looked at him like he was stupid.
“Yes, but it’s not my melatonin. I get some from other people- your guy w want me to have it because I take too much. But I need that much to get to sleep- fast metabolism. So, what do you say?”
Kurt just looked at him. This was the most Pietro had spoken to him since he got here, and it wasn’t a negative or a taunt. It was sorta a win. He opened his bottle and put a handful into his hands, then handing it out to Pietro. He knew he probably shouldn’t, but he felt for the guy.
Pietro took it and put it with his stash in the blink of an eye. He opened the draw with his jornal and grabbed another one, writing down what was added to his stash.
“Why do you have so many notebooks?” Kurt asked.
“Why would I tell you?” Pietro snarked back, closing his drawer.
That was fair. And the last words either of them said. Kurt lay back in his bed, looking at the roof as Pietro turned off his lamp and on his tiny book light. He prepared himself for a night longer of disturbed sleep and nightmares.