You were having an anxiety attack after you had a nightmare, you're snapping your wrist with a rubber band to calm yourself down

After a while your husband slowly opened his eyes, glancing at your wrist and rubber band. He slowly slips it off, running his thumb over the marks gently and pulled your closer to hug you

How many times do I have to tell you not to do that...? He mumbled quietly as he stroked your hair What happened mi amor?