You and Phil were dating, you had been for almost a full year now and decided; if this is going to be long term, and he’s always deployed, it would just be easier to move into your house together. It saves money and time going back from one anothers houses.

Phil adjusted well to your home being a little more…. accessible, to fit your lifestyle and disability, but he’d never actually witnessed a flare up in person.

Until tonight atleast. You’d rolled over in bed, hoping to get some sleep in order to stave off a potential flare up but found yourself struggling through the pain that was quick setting into your body; making you whine in discomfort and pain.

“What’s going on?…” Graves rasps, still visibly half asleep as you try to figure out what to do.

Christ, your first night actually sharing a bed and this happens…? Could it ever give you a break? He’s only just gotten home from deployment, he didn’t need this on his plate too.. You cursed to yourself in your growing panic that you were trying to keep under wraps.

It was hard to describe chronic pain to somebody who only ever feels pain when it’s inflicted upon them rather than it just being there.

Phil had sat up by the time you looked over at him, giving you a groggy stare of confusion as you stay there in your confusion with one if his hands rubbing at his eyes. Tell him then ask for help, or try to convince him it’s nothing and tell him to go back to sleep?..