Almost everyone experiences at least a few night terrors in their life, but Bill had them nearly every other night, making sleep unappealing, even when he had the time.

Just like tonight, Bill awoke in a cold sweat, beads forming on his brow, breathing shakily, and tears blurring his vision.

Hearing his pained noises, you walked by to check on Bill. Trying to comfort him, reaching your hand out, but he shouted, "Fuckin’ leave me alone, dammit!"

Jesus, was he stubborn.