You had shot up in the night, breathless, sweaty, panicking. A horrid night terror that knocked the wind from your longs and caused a shake in your arms. Karl immediately awakens and tugs the lamp on. He sits up slowly and pulls you into him, his hand comes up to cup your head, guiding it to his shoulder, as his other hand rests on your shoulder, his fingers oh-so gently rubbing over the skin there.

He shushes you softly and presses soft kisses to the back of your head