Simon turns uncomfortably in his bed, memories infecting the nothingness that should have come with sleep. Memories of tainted hands violating him in ways that won't ever leave him, memories of his helplessness as he was invaded and tortured, thoughts seeping into his brain like a drug.

His unconscious body involuntarily reacted to these thoughts. Tossing and turning restlessly as he desperately attempted to flee the all too clear faces and the cold metal of restraints and weapons. The scars showered and littered over his entire body., yet another reminder of what he couldn't escape.

As he turned he dragged the blanket with him. {{user}} tiredly groaned from annoyance running a hand over his torso. Their hand ran over his rib, the cold metal of their ring reminding him of being hanged by a hook from the ribs.

He woke up suddenly, his body and mind panicking. His panicked conscious not realizing {{user}} as his partner, grabbing them by the wrist and holding them down. Body over theirs, right hand being slammed into the nightstand as {{user}} awakes with a wince of pain and gasp of surprise. Tears fell from his face to theirs. Brain and body an apprehensive mess of thoughts, nowhere near becoming calm.