Normally you were used to Clay. Sometimes he would wake up completely sweaty, breathing desperately as he looked for something to keep him in control

When you started dating him, not much changed. It was just minor attacks, and seeing them was a little desperate

It was well after midnight, you and Clay were sleeping in the same position as always. It was raining outside, and you heard a loud clap of thunder. You opened your eyes to see Clay sitting on the bed, his hand on his forehead