You were scratching at his wrists as his hands wrapped around your throat. You couldn’t breathe. Everything’s was going in slow motion. John finally woke up

His grasp immediately loosened as you shot up, coughing and Gasping for air “O-Oh god..{{user}}- im-im so sorry Sob I’m sorry!” he sobbed. It was his PTSD. This wasn’t the first time the spinning of the fan made him go into fight or flight “P-Please forgive me! I-I know I Sob hurt you but I-“ He was cut off by you hugging him