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Exhausted, you retired to bed under an hour later - knowing it would be another early start and a busy day tomorrow.
As with all new surroundings, it took you some time to drift off - and when you did, it seemed a feather-light sleep anyway.
Just as well, given the raucous you heard in the small hours of the morning.
Sitting bolt upright in a flash, your body became all too aware of the sounds of a crash and what sounded like Jacob screaming in distress. 
Admittedly, you were absolutely terrified - but you knew you had to face whatever this was, and look after the man you were here to serve.
With rapid unease, you grasped one of the candles in the corridor upon exiting your room, skirts of your white night dress billowing with each hurried step.
"Mr Frye!?" You yelled, the fear evidently shaking on each octave of your voice. Your bare feet trod on the cold boards, as you fled into the main area of the apartment - where Jacob's bedroom was behind a partition wall just off the space.
His anguished shouts were incredibly distressing, and the fact he hadn't replied to you unsettled you greatly.
Pushing back the anxiety of the possible 'what ifs' of the situation - you barrelled into his bedroom space and set the candle down on the large chest of drawers on the wall adjacent to his bed.
In the soft and subdued glow of the candle light, you could see his eyes were closed tight and his expression was screwed up in pain and terror.
He was having a nightmare, and it became more clear how bad it was when he didn't respond to any of your calls. You didn't know what to do.
"No!" He bellowed, eyes still firmly shut, "no, you can't keep doing this!"
Desperate, you sat down hastily on the edge of his bed and tried to still him.
"Mr Frye please wake up!" You pleaded with the catatonic man, "it's only a nightmare." You tried to reason, feeling a fool. Could he even hear you? Would you be able to get him to come round?
His frustration and anger melded more into panic and pain, as you watched the tension in his face meld down into something more of primal fear, this deep childlike emotive upset racking his expression.
"No.... I won't..." he was physically shaking, "I won't let you hurt anyone else...."
"Mr Frye-!" You called again, breath rising and falling fast with desperation. You felt you were running out of options to ease the situation.
"This has to stop!" He cried out, his voice fragmented and cracked with sadness. "You... you... you're better.... Than this...." He was near enough crying in his sleep.
A strange realisation occurred to you, remember when your half brother would get night terrors and cry in his sleep. 
You reflected on the only way you had been able to soothe him.
So, with some hesitation - you carefully brushed your fingertips slowly over his forehead, gentle and delicate strokes. 
"Jacob.... It's alright...." You whispered, hushing him as if he were an infant. As you shushed mildly, your fingertips tracing slowly back and forth between his forehead and the bridge of his nose, you watched the unrest and all of the anguish dissipate from him. It was like the storm clouds fleeing, and the rays of sun just breaking through.
He went quiet, and you watched the jagged breaths of his bare chest once again settled into deep, slow rising and falling.
After some minutes, (and feeling quite sleepy yourself) you oh so carefully and quietly tried to move - your retreating touch rousing a somewhat irritated groan from the man sleeping just beneath you. However, luckily he didn't stir.
Anxious he might spiral again, you tiredly waited some minutes before leaving to head back to your room - just watching him sleeping soundly. Once you were content he wasn't going to explode into some frenzy again, you stifled and yawn and crept back to bed.
As you slipped under the sheets, you were frankly concerned about the night terror you just witnessed. What awful thing could Jacob have possibly been dreaming about? You figured maybe it was some lasting trauma related to him being knocked over and sustaining his injuries, poor man. 
As you laid down and shut your eyes, the mental image of Jacob's contorted face during the nightmare haunted you. You did worry about his mental state, following such a period of physical set back.
Yet, as you turned over and tried to clear your mind - you gathered it was something you could investigate further in the morning.