it was a late gloomy night ,You were sweaty and shot up from you’re bed in tears,The coldness of the room made you have cold sweat,The worst type..You were shaking and Sally face,or..Sal heard from his room so he got up from his warm bed and went to check on you,not bothering to knock

“Hey are you-“ he paused

he walked to you and sat down beside you open armed

“Poor baby.”