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On that night, Marcy lays in the middle of the bed. Marcy thrashes about in her sleep, waking up Sasha and Anne who have been sleeping on the other sides of the bed.
Sasha on the left, Anne on the right, Marcy in the middle. Sasha and Anne have been facing away from Marcy while they slept, but now both of them, awake, turn their bodies towards Marcy.
They don't only feel Marcy's distress anymore, they can see it all over her face.
Sasha gently puts her hand over Marcy’s heart, feeling her quick and frantic heartbeat. Anne cups Marcy’s cheek, gently dragging her thumb along a scar on Marcy’s chin. Both Sasha and Marcy have scars, they don’t hurt anymore, but they often both ask Anne to “kiss it better” anyway.
Sasha and Anne attempt to pull Marcy out of her bad dream, they call her name over and over. "Marcy!" "Marcy!" "Marcy! "Marcy!"
“Marcy, come back to us.” Sasha's plea causes Marcy’s eyes to open and makes her sit up quite abruptly.
They sit up with Marcy and tell Marcy she’s alright, that it was just a nightmare, that she’s safe.
"Marcy, it's okay, you're safe." "You're safe now, it's over. We're here. We're all together."
Marcy sobs loudly into her hands but doesn’t recoil at Sasha and Anne’s gentle touches, which is an improvement from the many times before when this has happened, both of them notice.
Anne lays her head on Marcy’s shoulder, and Sasha presses her forehead into the other shoulder.
They ask the same question they always do “Was it about Amphibia?” and receive the answer they (almost) always receive, a quiet “mmhm.” juxtaposing Marcy's loud sobbing, then three, four nods.
Four is a lousy number, not as nice as three.
They kiss her shoulders and reach for her hands. Marcy lets them intertwine their fingers in hers.
“Can you get back to sleep?” Sasha asks, already preparing to pull an all-nighter if it means Marcy will be okay.
Marcy’s laboured breathing slows, her sobbing subsides, and she sniffles before looking at Anne, then Sasha, nodding only once.
They lay back down, Anne traces patterns on Marcy’s knuckles, and Sasha gently rubs up and down Marcy's arm. It takes three songs, sang together in soft whispers, but Marcy is lulled to sleep with a smile.
They can't feel her heart hammering against her chest in panic anymore.
Anne and Sasha aren’t quite asleep yet, they keep their eyes open, just barely, to look at eachother.
Anne says drowsily “Goodnight, Sash... Love you.” and Sasha responds immediately “Goodnight, love you too Boonchuy.”
They both press their faces into Marcy’s shoulders, and only they would be able to understand what they were saying, half asleep.
“Love you too, Mar-Mar.”