Phil’s point of view
I awoke to screaming, coming from Victoria’s bed. I rushed out of my bed and ran to her side;
“Victoria! Wake up!” I said shaking her. By now she was just whimpering in pain. Alan barged into the room;
“What’s happening? Why is she screaming?” He asked, his voice was dripping with concern.
“Night terror?” I suggested as I placed a strand of my long brown hair behind my ear.
“Victoria!” I tried again, “Wake up!!”

That worked, Victoria’s eyes opened and eyed me and Alan. I put my hands on her back and her ribs and pushed her into place, she cried out in pain. When we asked her what was wrong, she just smiled weakly at us and told us that it was just a pulled muscle.
Even in the darkness, I could still see her face as my eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now. Victoria’s face was pale, paler than usual. Beads of sweat had formed at the top of her forehead and she was panting.

“Bad dream?” I asked her.
“Very, very bad dream.” Victoria replied, shuddering.
“Did you want to talk about it?”
“I can’t” she said back weakly, sorrow filled her voice.
“Ok, just try to get some sleep. You’ve gotta be up soon you lucky tour manager you!” I winked at her, reminding her of her 6am start.

Notes

Sorry for the short chapter!!