Lt Archie Kennedy (pronetopanic) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2012-06-10 18:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | archie kennedy : pronetopanic, horatio hornblower : h-hornblower, lt. william bush : knowbackofmine |
Who: Archie, Horatio and Bush
What: Archie isn't doing very well
Where: Their room
When: The first night after Archie leaves the infirmary.
Warnings: Discussion of past sexual abuse. Lots of angst.
Archie was happy to leave the infirmary, finally. It had almost looked he would have to stay longer, mostly because he hadn't been sleeping much the past few nights. And when he did sleep, the dreams woke him before long. Dr Watson had said he could go, as long as he promised to take it easy and continue to rest as much as he could.
And so he had. He had curled up in a large, soft bed with Horatio. Surely this would help him to sleep peacefully. He'd certainly felt peaceful as he'd buried his head in Horatio's neck and felt those long limbs wrap around him. It hadn't taken him long to drift off at all, and he had been so hopeful...
But it wasn't to be. He did dream - the familiar taunts, that voice in his ear and hands all over him. Pressing him down, covering every inch of him. He tried to free himself, but no matter how he struggled he couldn't. He was being pressed down, harder and harder and the deck underneath him shifted violently. He tried to scream - first out of desperation but then because it hurt - but he couldn't. He couldn't stop it, he wasn't strong enough. He had never been strong enough before and he wouldn't be, not ever.
And then everything cleared in an instant. He was panting, and it hurt, everywhere hurt. He wasn't sure why. Or, for that matter, where he was or what had just happened.