Nightmares (Open to anyone)

Sherlock lay awake, his eyes blown wide in fear as he stared into the darkness. A cold sweat covered his exposed body, the rest of his skin irritated by the sheets that weren’t his… This was the third time he’d woken that night, every time he closed his eyes he could see it, the hound’S glowing, red eyes, it’s long, sharp teeth…

“John” he whispered, not able to move to look over at his bed. “John are you awake?” He was ashamed of his voice, hearing it shake as he struggled to remain calm.

"Yeah, I'm here." John replied quietly noting the unsteadiness of the whispered call. Unable to rest he roused himself to give his friend support. They were both going to be wrecked tomorrow if they didn't get some sleep but he didn't have the heart to tell Sherlock to try to sleep when he remembered perfectly well what it was like to wake from a nightmare sweating, and with a pounding heart dreaming of being shot.

Mrs. Hudson had been woken at the faint noise of creaking upstairs. Assuming that the boys weren't getting cheeky, as it wasn't there division(hehe I could do lestrade any day.). She walked slowly up the stairs and into their flat. She knocked on there door and asked in a small voice, "Boys... Are you all right? I could put on the kettle and get you some tea. I heard creaking and whispers and thought maybe I could help?"