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The sound rang in his head as he leaned off the bed to grab his blanket and curled himself into it, muffling the ringing sound with the plush, weighted blanket. He hid within his blanket for an unknown amount of time, listening to the sounds of the world.
The air flowing in from the air conditioner.
The rain slammed against the window in its attempts to shatter it.
Thunder booming within the sky with the spite and anger of *Geoff*.
drunken neighbors laughing in the hall as they stumbled their way home.
dogs barking outside the apartment building.
cop sirens speeding toward his apartment.
His stomach grumbling at him.
Wait what was that one before that??
He poked his head out of the blanket cocoon, listening in on the sound of sirens making their way ever closer.
*Oh god. *
*’don’t be Dooley’*
*don’t be Dooley’*
He thought. Praying Dooley didn’t turn on his siren to get to Francis quicker, but as the sound of the sirens reached right outside the apartment building, they shut off.
“Please be a noise complaint, please be a noise complaint” Francis curled back into the blanket cocoon. But after a few minutes he could hear the jingling of keys against his front door only 20 feet away from him he groaned to himself as he could hear the door opened and footsteps running through his house.
His bedroom door swung opening and the light flicked on
“MCQUEEN!” An overly worried Dooley yelled out.
Francis rose his hand out of the cocoon and raised his arm up so Dooley could see him. Patrick walked over, setting something down as pressure could be felt on the bed once he sat down.
“Francis...?” Patrick spoke out.
“Mmm..”
“Nightmare...?”
“Mmhm..”
Patrick sighed as he pulled the blanket off of Francis like it wasn’t a fucking weighted blanket and wrapped the two of them in it.
Patrick put his arm around him and pulled him into a half hug.
“It’s okay, man... *I’m right here*” Dooley spoke softly to the detective and with those words he broke down once more, sobbing into the shoulder of Dooley as he wrapped his arms around him. Clinging onto the cop like if he let go, he’d be taken away again like he is in every nightmare, his nails dug into the man’s shirt as he sobbed. Dooley pulled him closer to him, wrapping one arm around his best friend and the other into his hair as he stroked the man’s hair while he cried.
” don’t go...”
” don’t leave again” he murmured. But all his fear-based words were met with words of comfort and reassurance from the man he had grown to love, though he had never spoken it out loud.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“I won’t” the man spoke in a calming tone.
Francis clung to him like it was the last day on earth, not daring weaken his grip, but Patrick’s grip was gentle against Francis as he stroked his hair with a gentle kiss on the top of his forehead. Francis didn’t seem to notice the action as he sobbed into his best friends' shoulder, completely dampening his shirt.
A smile and warm, gentle eyes starred down at Francis.
*He would stay here for as long as he needed*