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He kept mumbling in disbelief, "That's impossible! Patricia locked you in my room with me. You must have slept with me!" I took out a few sleeping pills from my pocket and lifted them in the air for everyone to see while I announced out loud, "It was just in your dreams! I added sleeping pills to the drinks I poured for you and Titus that night. Nothing happened between us!" The look on Titus' face changed, and he glared angrily at my mother. My mother cowered in panic when she saw the look Titus threw at her. She did not dare to look into his eyes.

Sleep aid. Normally, I never take anything stronger than ibuprofen. But after everything recently? After the nightmares? After the panic? I don’t trust myself being trapped awake on a plane for seven hours with nowhere to go, especially not after the kidnapping. Especially not in an enclosed space. I stare at the packet for a second before quietly slipping one pill into my mouth and washing it down with some water. Hopefully, this will help me relax. Help me sleep. Help me not to think. My phone buzzes just before I put it on flight mode.

CAST - The night stretched endlessly, each tick of the clock reminding me I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. Tessa had adjusted my meds earlier in the week, upping the dosage just enough to screw with me. It wasn't the first night I'd spent like this, wide awake while the rest of the pack slept. It was starting to wear me thin.

I changed into a loose white shirt and grey joggers. I slowly walked across the room towards the balcony. She was still fast asleep. I drew closer to the window. I wanted to observe her as she was asleep, but I tripped over something. It fell and landed with a loud crash and she jerked out of her sleep. "Fuck," I cursed, because I had woken her up and I had stubbed my toe.

TANYA'S POV I actually slept last night. Like, really slept. Not the half-awake, wired kind I’d been doing for weeks since that stupid phase-two symbol showed up in my drawer. Just deep, dead-to-the-world sleep. The kind your body gives you when it finally believes the worst is over, and it can stop bracing for impact.

But right now I felt my wife's mouth close around my cock and I was hard. Misty tried, she really did, but in just a minute or so, she gagged, "I'm so sorry, babe. I want to, but I don't. I'm getting better. You can finish yourself, I don't mind." Misty rolled over, got up, "I'm gonna take a sleeper, been a long day." A 'sleeper' was a sleeping pill. Her medical shit fucked with her sleep. One thing, she takes one of those and the house could collapse, and she would sleep through it.

I vaguely felt someone rubbing the bruising on my right hand while I was half-conscious. "What do you mean he got into a car accident, and that three critical-condition notices were issued? Is this a lingering effect? It seems like the wound on the abdomen is slightly infected. "I'll head out for a while. Have the nurse hurry with the anti-inflammatories and change the dressing. Go turn up the AC and get the IV heater in here." I pried my eyes open with effort, meeting a gaze full of worry. "D-Delilah?" Delilah replied, "I'm right here, so just go back to sleep, Tristan. You'll feel better once you've rested."

My wife, Jenna Wilkinson, has severe insomnia. She can't sleep if there's even the slightest noise. So after six years of marriage, I've gotten used to living quietly. Once it's past 9:00 pm, I don't turn on the TV, make phone calls, or even eat. I even tiptoe everywhere around the house. Whenever I watch her sleep peacefully, I always feel like all of it is worth it. That is, until one day, when I go to her office to drop off some documents and find the door slightly ajar. Her secretary, Derek Herman, is sitting cross-legged on the carpet, eating chips while a variety show plays at full volume. As for Jenna, she is asleep on the couch. When Derek tries to turn down the volume, Jenna run

At first I didn’t understand what I was looking, then suddenly my blood ran cold. It was a picture of me. Sleeping and the timestamp under the photo was 3:41 AM. LAST NIGHT.

I checked the time, 3:00am but I couldn't still sleep. Dragging myself to the bar where the orange pills were concealed. Staring at the bottle, I wonder why I let this small medication control me. Sighing I popped two pills; one for Julia the other for good sleep I never got.