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My heart was racing like crazy, and I couldn't shake off the lingering terror from the dream. I sat up in bed, trying to calm myself down and get my breathing under control. But those memories from that messed-up night kept haunting me, like some kind of bad movie on repeat.

Barbara’s POV I woke up with a sharp gasp. My body jerked upright before my mind could catch up, my hand flying straight to my chest as if I could physically hold my heart in place. It was racing and pounding too fast, too hard which felt so wrong. For a few seconds, I couldn’t breathe. The room spun slightly, the walls tilting in and out of focus as I tried to steady myself. My fingers dug into my shirt, right over my heart, as if that would calm it down.

At first there are the dreams, then the sense of welcoming a new day, the anticipation of whatever comes. I wake as if it's an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing. My heart beats fast and there is a buzzing in my brain and together they are as panic with jump-leads. Only now my brain is as a flat battery, the exertions of the night being a marathon of erratic problem-solving. And so this day will pass as if I am hungover, not from drink, but from the nightmares that demand solutions.

I had a hard time falling asleep. Even though I have taken a warm bath, drinking warm milk and the lights have been turned off, my eyes are still awake. The thick silence made my heart beat wildly. Imagining bad things that might happen to me. I thought I'm getting used to doom. But that seems wrong. I'm not used to it at all.

MILES: I couldn't admit to myself that I was struggling to get a good night's sleep. That familiar feeling of restlessness had crept back, and as Saturday slowly unfolded, my heart felt bitter, sad, and unsettled. I hated this recurring emotion that had plagued me before, but I couldn't pinpoint the reason. This inconvenience had pushed me out of bed, and I thought distracting myself with a run might help until I learned of Meredith's absence.

A wave of panic fluttered in her chest, each thud of her heart echoing in the stillness of the night. "Not now," she whispered, her voice quivering with fear and desperation as another relentless wave crashed over her, leaving her breathless and anxious. The stillness of the room felt like a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside her, amplifying her sense of isolation. Every moment stretched into an agonizing eternity as she fought to steady herself, clinging to the hope that this storm would pass.

I wake up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. I know what's coming next. I try to calm myself down, to reason with myself that it won't happen again, that maybe tonight will be different, but deep down, I know it won't. It never is.

Inside his chest, his heart was pounding wildly with a rhythm that was completely beyond his control. Damn it... Darren cursed inwardly, feeling an overwhelming confusion wash over him. What exactly is wrong with my heart? Why can something as simple as a touch make me react this badly?

Especially after the ominous night with several banging sounds. She wanted to open the restroom door, but her trembling hand was completely out of control. She struggled to keep herself standing upright. To not collapse onto the restroom floor below. Not to mention her eyes had welled up. Don't even ask about how her heart was racing. If she could witness her heart's current state, it would probably be screaming in horror due to how fast it was beating.

It pressed on his chest like a heavy weight, and he tossed from side to side; his breath was uneven. He pulled his brows together forcefully as his dream became increasingly disturbing. The fear was growing, finding roots in his mind as it began to choke him. Suddenly, like a man slapped awake by a hand, Jace shot upright in bed. His breath came out fast and uneven. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his whole body, from head to toe, was drenched in sweat. The room was dead silent, but his ears rang loudly with a disturbing sound that didn’t belong in his world.