Who: Tyrion, Bronn and Mia What: Dream-Things When: Middle of Wednesday night Where: Tyrion's place Rating: PG-13/R for drug use, talk of teen prostitution and mega-awkward. Status: Complete
It was fairly obvious when Mia was having nightmares. Aside from the tossing and turning, she also cried in her sleep, loud enough that Tyrion had heard it from the next room when they'd been linked. They were always bad enough that she would've begged to wake up in the middle, but she never did. She just woke up in the morning feeling like she'd been hit by a train, emotionally-speaking.
Tonight, though, something woke her up--she wasn't sure what. Maybe it was something about the different environment. She’d fallen asleep on Tyrion’s couch watching movies. It was dark and quiet now, and she wasn’t sure where the guys had gone. To bed, probably.
She looked up at the ceiling feeling oddly serene, considering the content of her dreams and the fact that the room was spinning. She sat up, her head swimming as she pushed off the couch. She needed water. She made it as far as the entry to the kitchen before she collapsed, knocking several things off the counter as she fell.