I liked the subtle contrasts in this, the different emotions you captured. And the language was pretty, too!

in morning hours so early the sky is still black, waking up from vibrant flashes of some ugly nearing hell, screaming and shaking and all but shattered with fear, choking on sobs and Gwen’s weight on the bed the only anchor to a world that is not mad and mean, Gwen’s posture dutifully straight and her hands cool and her eyes so tired
I like this a lot. :)