It was a nightmare. Brewster Sutton had put his child to bed only minutes before. He had tucked his son Oliver into bed and was just sitting at his laptop to maintain his online import/export business when the boy charged him from out of nowhere. Brewster was a single father and his relationship with his only child was a good one so this vicious attack seemed out of the ordinary. Five-year-old Oliver was being truly savage. He seemed as if he was really trying to hurt Brewster with his fingernails and teeth.
Brewster had little trouble in neutralizing the threat by wrapping his son in a bear hug, but Oliver was still trying to scratch or bite anything in reach. Brewster was able to see his son's eyes. They were moving around rapidly. Was this an indication that Oliver was asleep? So was this just a particularly horrific episode of somnambulism?
Oliver was allergic to bees and so he had an epinephrine kit. Brewster made his way to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, dragging his son along kicking and screaming. He lay his son down and straddled him, pinning him to the floor. He prepared the hypodermic needle and carefully injected his son in the leg. After a moment, the struggling abated and Brewster cautiously eased off his son.
Oliver was now calm, though confused. "Daddy, how did I get in the bathroom?"
Brewster sighed. "I don't know, Pooper. You were sleep walking and daddy woke you up." Oliver still didn't understand and neither did Brewster.
Brewster was shaken up by the episode and knew he wouldn't get any work done that night. He also knew Oliver wouldn't be able to sleep for a while after the injection so he set him up with a movie to watch in the living room and he went to his bedroom to get some sleep so that he could make up for lost work time in the morning. Quickly, he drifted off to sleep. It was a nightmare.
Brewster had little trouble in neutralizing the threat by wrapping his son in a bear hug, but Oliver was still trying to scratch or bite anything in reach. Brewster was able to see his son's eyes. They were moving around rapidly. Was this an indication that Oliver was asleep? So was this just a particularly horrific episode of somnambulism?
Oliver was allergic to bees and so he had an epinephrine kit. Brewster made his way to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, dragging his son along kicking and screaming. He lay his son down and straddled him, pinning him to the floor. He prepared the hypodermic needle and carefully injected his son in the leg. After a moment, the struggling abated and Brewster cautiously eased off his son.
Oliver was now calm, though confused. "Daddy, how did I get in the bathroom?"
Brewster sighed. "I don't know, Pooper. You were sleep walking and daddy woke you up." Oliver still didn't understand and neither did Brewster.
Brewster was shaken up by the episode and knew he wouldn't get any work done that night. He also knew Oliver wouldn't be able to sleep for a while after the injection so he set him up with a movie to watch in the living room and he went to his bedroom to get some sleep so that he could make up for lost work time in the morning. Quickly, he drifted off to sleep. It was a nightmare.
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