PTSD Anon Pt.10

>"Feeling better, 'Non?" Silver asks as you wipe at the corners of your mouth with a paper towel he'd given you.
"Water" you rasp instead of answering, needing something to sooth your double raw throat.
>"Right, I'll walk you to the kitchen" he says as he gives you a gentile pat on the shoulder, and before you know it you're chugging a glass of ice cold water.
"Thanks Silver" you mumble to the boy, who nods while giving and affirming hum.
>"Nightmare?" Muddy asks, seeming to simply appear out of nowhere.
"Yep, same one as always" You reply, not even shocked that the forever morose girl was up at this hour (You were pretty sure the girl just flat out doesn't sleep) "You?" you ask, voice still slightly hoarse.
>"Pop Step wanted some cookies, but is still grounded to our room for her outburst" she explains, holding up the bag of cookies that Pop Step was addicted to.
>"Is she even allowed to have those? I thought being grounded meant no privileges?" Silver asks as he snatches the bag out of Muddy's hand.
>"She won't shut up about them" Muddy groaned "I don't care if it gets me in trouble as long as it stops her incessant moaning" and with that explanation she snatched the bag back before literally back flipping away.
>"That girl" Silver groaned before looking at you "Think you can make it back to our room? I've gotta tell one of the guys that Poppy is bugging Muddy into snatching her contraband." he grumbles.
"Sure man, Sorry for waking you up" you reply, hanging your head slightly.
>"'s fine, we're all here to help each other after all" With that and a final pat on your head he leaves to tell one of the Workers about Pop Step's illicit smuggling operation.
"Yeah... help" you mutter to yourself before starting to walk back to your room, turning off the kitchen light as you go.