You couldn’t breath.

Simon’s awakenings were peculiar, but you’ve grown used to it.

Nightmares— he decided to call it. It was more than that.

You attempted to call out to him, only a choked gasp escaping as your nails clawed at the calloused hand around your throat.

Tears pricked your eyes as you’ve grown desperate, eventually extending your hand for a pistol and jabbing the side of his cranium.

That seemed to do it.

“ Oh, baby, I’m sorry, baby— “

Simon whispered shakily.