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it wasn't every night that @Bat slept in tegan's den with him, or that tegan slept with @Finley. he slept alone often enough, not willing to act like he needed the security of his friends and family. and he didn't have nightmare's every night, so it was fine. tegan was willing to suffer on the occasion if it meant no one would know that he was the world's biggest pussy-- having nightmares like he was some sort of toddler. fucking stupid. no, tegan was an adult and he didn't need anyone else. 

except for tonight, when a vision of him choking on his own blood in the middle of blackfeather woods with screech standing over him-- haunted his sleep. 

he awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for breath and shaking. tegan let out a sputter of coughs and more helpless gasps for air-- his fur ruffled and bristling in all directions. it took him a moment to calm down, but his body was visibly shaking. god damn it.

god, fucking, damn it. 

he sat hunched over in his den, green eyes locked onto a single rock that laid towards the edge of his poorly dug den. and then, sort of zombie-like, he rose from where he was and set off to find bat. he knew she wouldn't mind if he stayed the night. he'd just blame it on the cold, or something.