It was roughly three or four in the morning, and you’d woken up drenched in sweat with tears formed in your eyes. You’d had a nightmare, and as a result, a panic attack began to settle in.

You sat up in the bed, heart pounding and eyes wide. Charles, who was laying beside you, groggily sat up and rubbed his eyes as he realised what was happening.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked quietly, giving you space if you needed it. He was worried about you.