You were having an anxiety attack after you had a bad dream, you're snapping yourself with a rubber band while calming yourself down.

After a while, your husband slowly opened his eyes, glancing at your wrist to see the band. he slowly brings his hand to slip it off, running his rough yet surprisingly comforting fingers to caress your wrist and eventually pulled you closer to him to hold you.

"i told you not to do that.." he mumbled silently as he stroked your hair gently