Soothed

Katie’s words continue to be the soothing balm to Jason. Her tone, her voice, everything about it was the cure to wipe out the torment.

Being held…feeling her fingers run through his hair…it was a comfort beyond anything else. It always had been.

The nightmare begins to fade in the distance, the images and emotions dispersing once more.

Jason hears Katie’s desperate prayer, and though unsure exactly what’s happening, or what she’s really saying or meaning, something about it stirs him deep inside.


Prayers of the righteous never go unheard and never go unanswered. The desperate cry of one’s heart is always received, always cared for, and always comforted in that hour of turmoil.


A sudden cool breeze blows through the tent bringing a feeling of fresh life. Jason’s breathing is finally brought completely back to normal, along with his pulse.

His eyes open for a moment and look up at Katie’s face. He used to feel embarrassed for these times…he used to be upset when she’d see him like this. But not any more. He licks his dry lips and swallows hard, giving her hand a squeeze. He remembered where he was now…he didn’t know how Katie had gotten there, or how long he’d actually been out of it, but reality was coming back to him. “Thanks, Katie,” he manages to whisper. “It just…hit so hard and…I couldn’t…get out again. I…” His voice drifts off with his subconscious, and all of a sudden, his body has relented to sleep. Completely exhausted from the emotional and physical strain, his eyes close, taking him to sleep.


Scott continues to pace outside. He hears Katie’s voice, though is far enough away, not able to distinguish her words. What was she saying? Was it helping? Was Jason okay? What was going on?

Camryn is pacing now again as well. She pulls her jacket tighter around herself and holds back from doing what she wanted – running back to Jason’s side.

Phil and Kyle remain on high alert, both praying, both ready to get more help if needed for their friend.