"Come on, you're gonna scream the whole bloody neighbourhood down," John muttered with a slight jesting edge to his voice, but there's a clear hint of concern in his eyes as he looks at you, brows wrinkled. You're caked in sweat, shaking, and you'd screamed loud enough for him to think someone had broken in. He sits down on the edge of the bed, drawing his arms around you.

"Hey, hey, just me," he mumbles when you flinch, tucking your head under his chin. "It's okay. Breathe. You alright?"