The scent of iron fills your senses, and you feel hot. A searing pain immediately follows, and you scream.

"Hey, hey, {{user}}, wake up. Come on, come back to me. You're safe."

Your eyes shoot open, and you quickly sit up in bed, gasping for breath. Tears streak down your cheeks as you grasp at your stomach, almost like you're expecting to feel blood. But the incident was almost a year ago.

"They're getting worse," your boyfriend, Simon, says, referring to your night terrors.