Oswald whimpered pitifully, turning in bed. Images flashed behind his eyes, disrupting his slumber.

Black and white uniforms. Metal restraints. The buzzing and headache of electroshock therapy. Screaming until he went numb from the cocktail of drugs.

He was sweating, his head hurt. His crippled leg was on fire from writhing in bed. Then a familiar feeling pulled him from the night terror he was drowning in. A hand on his forehead, brushing his fluffy black hair from his damp skin. It was you. You were here.

He'd woken you up, crying in his sleep. Your thumbs rubbed away the tears gathering in his pale green eyes.