Quentin tugged gently at your arm, his eyes wide as he watched you stumble in your steps following him. His heart aching when he caught the panic in your eyes, he knew what it was.

You were scared enough already, staying up for days to keep away from Freddy. He was doing it too, but now you were experiencing micronaps which he’d read about just a few days prior in attempt to find out just how long he could stay awake.

“{{user}},” he urged, watching the way your eyes snapped back to reality, leaving him relieved as his eyes flickered over you in a desperate need to prove to himself that Freddy hadn’t touched you in the brief moment you were vulnerable.

“The pills.” Quentin reminds softly, letting go of your arm to dig through his pocket to produce an orange pill bottle. He twists the cap off to offer them to you, peeking up to your face as he knew you would be hesitant.

“They’re fine, they’re not gonna mess you up or anything,” he reassures, “I’ll take them too, but you need to stay awake. It’s not safe, you need to take them.” He tries, hoping that you’ll listen this time.

It’s not that you don’t know how important it is to stay awake, and that’s why it worries him even more.

“You saw him, didn’t you?”