"What're you doing?" Tates tired voice drawls, sitting up haphazardly from your bed - hair tousled, still half asleep. You had sat up in the night, from a bad dream. Its like he could sense your agony as you stood facing the window.

He calls your name, once, than twice. His voice turning concerned hearing you sniffle and struggle to breathe steady.

"Baby, come here. Come to me."