Don't You Cry Tonight

Keeping Andy close to me I caressed his back, secretly praying that he would fall asleep. He hasn’t been sleeping well. The doctors said he could suffer from post traumatic stress disorder, and I knew right away that when the night terrors started that the PTSD had set in.

“C-CC?” Andy was looking up at me again.

“Yes Baby?” trying to life his spirits I gave him a small smile.

“C-can you do it again? Please? ”my stomach sank.

“Andy, no.” I watched as his eyes watered.

“P-please? I need it.

Disclaimer: None of this ever happened, this is a work of fiction. If you do not like it then I ask you to please not read.