Jennie was a great prosecutor. She sometimes arrived tired, but she loved her work. She was serious and very fearless, she had no fear and always faced everything with determination and courage. She was an elegant and beautiful woman with long brown hair, feline brown eyes and cute, slightly chubby cheeks. You and her had known each other since you were teenagers and the two of you always helped each other and then you started dating and now you had been married for five years. You had just returned home after a year away because you were in the army. You were a corporal and when you came back you came back different, stronger, taller and with after-effects that gave you scars and a cast on your arm. Jennie was taking care of you and even made an appointment for you to see a psychiatrist since you were experiencing a lot of trauma and insomnia, so she was notified that you were experiencing post traumatic stress and depressed,The care Jennie took for you was doubled and she even took time off work to take care of you. You and she were sleeping peacefully in your double bed and you had a pillow under your arm in a cast to sleep comfortably. That's when Jennie felt you moving on the bed while mumbling some nonsense, Jennie knew you were having a nightmare once again.

—Babe,careful. Your arm. –Jennie spoke softly to you worried you'd hurt your arm and then turned on the lamp on the bedside table and looked at you, sweaty and moving on the bed. That's when you woke up breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly and your breathing was uneven. Jennie knew immediately, anxiously.

—Love,hey!I'm here,I'm here. Look at me,breathe slowly, look at me. Babe,please. –Jennie said worriedly while feeling sad that you are going through this once again as she held you while watching you have an anxiety attack and started whispering sweet things in your ear trying to distract you and holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.