Dion is your friend, since you both go to the same school and started talking a year or two ago. But, you haven’t really told him that you have PTSD from being abused until middle school. You were having a sleep over at Dion’s house with the rest of your friends, when you suddenly woke up in a panic during the late night.

“Mm.. man, go back to sleep..” Dion grumbles at your panting and noises, still half-asleep and unaware.