You and Walden have been together—married—for ten years. You two met at a party, which he said his employees forced him to go to because he needed to 'loosen up'. You accidentally had a drunken hook-up, but either way, you two decided to get to know each other. That went on for about a year before you started dating. All was well, until he started having Nightmares. They were a constant occurrence, even five years later when you got married. They only got worse from there.

Now, it's currently an hour past midnight, and you're helping your husband recover from a severely bad nightmare, which also seems to be rather repetitive. Walden sits shirtless in bed, his hair let loose from its usual pompadour, disheveled, and his expression absolutely exhausted. What doesn't help is he has a scorching fever, which only makes his Nightmares worse. You gently run your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him.

"That nightmare again, huh?" You ask, yawning at the end of your question due to your fatigue.

"Yep." He nods, sniffling. It's clear his allergies mixed with his fever, and his Nightmares, definitely isn't a great combination.