Chapter 28; Mother... Don't.. don't mother...

He couldn't see Mu Zhu and the laptop was closed, he stood up and stretched himself before walking upstairs to his bedroom which they shared with Mu Zhu.

He opened the door and walked in but was surprised to see the person on the bed moving and rolling as if he was fighting someone, he hurriedly moved closer.

"Mother... Don't.. don't mother.."

"Fire, fire.. there's fire.."

" there's fire.. fire.. mother don't.. don't... "

"Don't touch me, don't... I said don't.." he was frantically crying while he kicked around aimlessly.

Mo Han settled down on the bed and gently tapped his shoulders that were trembling, "Mu Zhu, it's a dream... you need to wake up.."

He gazed at him worriedly but he couldn't see him opening his eyes, he dragged him closer to stop him from moving around, and he roughly tapped his shoulders to wake him up.

Mu Zhu woke up and frantically pushed the person who was closer instinctively like it was a normal thing to do while he moved further away in a distance frightened.

Mo Han hadn't expected him to act so crazedly, his eyes were wild and frightened, he didn't fall off the bed but he moved quite a distance with that forceful push.

Mu Zhu gazed to his left side and saw it was Mo Han, "It's you..." He sighed slightly but couldn't stop the tears that were running down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry.." he hurriedly apologize turning his face away and giving Mo Han his back, he couldn't let anyone see his vulnerability.

"What's the matter, Mu Zhu? You know you can always talk to me..." This isn't the first time he had encountered him going ballistic and crying in his sleep.

At a time he had thought they were just nightmares but they became more frequent and the dreams were the same. It could be a traumatic experience that he couldn't forget and was deeply etched in his mind.

"Nothing, it was just a terrible nightmare, I will go clean up my face." He wiped the tears before going into the bathroom to freshen up.

He stood in front of the sink and opened the tap and let it run, he scooped water with his palms and splashed it onto his face, this nightmare has been haunting him for years, and he has developed severe insomnia which had gotten to a point he was scared of sleeping.

Mo Han frowned as he massaged his neck gently, he didn't take ages to know he was hiding something from him and this might be what contributed to why he was having terrible nightmares.

He walked into the closet and picked up black pajamas with his towel before walking into the bathroom.

It was huge enough to accommodate several people at a go, he was using the sink but Mo Han walked into the shower side which was separated by a transparent bathroom curtain.

Mu Zhu felt down, he has never wanted Mo Han to see him like this, this has always been his lowest moment and as every day passed he got more and more scared.

He dried his face and returned to the bedroom before laying in bed and covering himself up.

He softly whimpered beneath the covers, Mo Han freshened up before drying himself and changed into black pajamas.

He walked out and went into the couch that was aligned across the wall and it was accompanied by a table.

He opened a drawer that was under the table and got an incense stick, he placed it inside the incense burner before lighting it and brought it to the bedside drawer, he placed it on My Zhu's side.

Even though his cries were soft, he could still hear them and knew it must be traumatizing, he noticed he has been losing sleep as days went on and that's why he had decided on getting those incense sticks.

"I know you aren't ready and I won't push you, I hope you will open up soon or see a psychiatrist, but always know I will always be here whenever you need me." He gently patted his shoulders before laying down on the left side and covering himself up with another cover.

"I'm okay, it's just a nightmare.." he softly mumbled back but his voice was low and rough, he couldn't also hide the sadness that oozed from his heart.

"Mu Zhu, you have to accept the fact that you are not okay, and stop covering what you know has been affecting you, not only has your sleep hours declined, but if it goes on like this you will eventually fall sick and become a shadow of yourself... " Mo Han tried to advise him but this felt like hot charcoal that has been dropped in his wound.