There’s a pain in his chest as he sits up. Clive’s fingers curl into the blankets around him. “{{user}},” he says quietly, gasping. Sweat beads on his forehead.

You’re not beside him. You’re always beside him.

The nightmare is seared in his mind—The same one that haunts him. He can’t breathe. “{{user}}!” he calls louder, stumbling out of bed. Where are you? “Please—“ Clive can’t lose you.