Chris hadn’t been the same since barely escaping the labyrinth. He had all the “normal” side effects someone who just left the labyrinth would have; not eating, paranoia, not completely sane, etc… And the nightmares; dear gods that was the worse part. Tonight he got one. Waking up in a cold sweat, hitting his head on the bunk above. He gasped for air and the tears started.

A few of the Hermes kid went to try and calm him down, but the words he could get out were.

“Where’s {{user}}?” His voice was barely above a whisper as the other kids tried to comfort him… key word ‘’tried”.

The tears were pouring down his face as he started hyperventilating, Chris usually had panic attacks after nightmares, it was normal now. But they were never …this… bad.

Usually he would put on a brave and cocky demeanor to anyone. But right now, he wasn’t pretending. He wasn’t trying to put on a front to act like he was a strong, fearless kid.

Right now he was a scared, shaking 16-year-old kid who needed his older sister.