Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-30362709-20170709235319/@comment-26021384-20170710032853

While Ayame pulled out and sorted through the stuff of the game boards, Shien slumped down, his back against the box of games. Their dad wasn't mad at him for having to be removed for duty? That was a relieving notion. But how was he doing?

"Well--I'm sure you hear me waking up screaming sometimes.  I have really bad dreams.  And it's a lot like--I can't explain it other than watery fire.  Trying to get inside my lungs to shrivel them up like raisins.  And the more i scream and try to run, the more gets inside of me."

He recounted his recurring nightmare, trying to talk about it. Talking about it was helpful, therapeutic, so the therapist said. But his eyes were wide and shaking while his hands rested on the back of his head.